2 Beautiful dates,,,well, not really

Date on friday was good. Nothing really to report. The wackiness ensues on Saturday.
So a little background for those who came late to the show. Back in September, I was at a friend's party when I met this girl we well call "Agent Orange". Within I'd say 5 minutes of talking with her, she said that she wanted to hook me up with her friend "Plain Jane" . Fast forward to the thursday before we went to Boston, Agent Orange, Plain Jane and a friend of mine from school meet up at this bar. Plain Jane was, well, plain looking and it matched her personality. She may or may not have had good teeth. They seemed very dark but, I couldn't really tell because the bar was dark. My suspicions of her poor dental hygiene were heightened, when I found out she's an occasional smoker. However, I wasn't totally turned off so I agreed to meet up again. I went to school with Plain Jane's roommate and it happened to be her birthday. We all met up at a local bowling establishment to celebrate. I get there and Plain Jane is arm-in-arm with some guy. My initial thought was that's a bit weird but maybe there is nothing to it. Plain Jane, after some prodding by Agent Orange, came over to say hi and we engaged in your average generic conversation. After talking for a few moments she went back to join her friend who she was arm-in-arm with, only now she sat on his lap!?! At this point I'm like what the fuck? I'm supposed to be set up with this broad and she's sitting on his lap? What the hell was going on? My answer to that very question was soon graphically answered. You see, friends, this guy who Plain Jane was sitting on, was sitting next to another guy. Soon after Plian Jane got comfortable, both guys looked at each other and then started making out. Yes, guy on guy action in all it's horror all while Plain Jane sat on the first guy's lap and watched like it was game 7 of the world series.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — because I didn't talk to that bitch
for the rest of the night.

Time of death of that potential relationship: 10:15 EST