Star My Date : Date : Funny and horrible date stories

I took the train to Barcelona to meet a friend for New Years Eve. My seat just happened to be right next to another tax lawyer. Living in the United States, I never met one randomly, only at work or at tax conferences. And she was an attractive Honduran tax lawyer living in the same town I live in here in Spain. We don’t speak the same language, but we were able to communicate well enough to meet up the following week after one of her exams (she is studying to get credentialed to practice law in Spain) to celebrate being done with it. We went pincho bar hopping, which is my favorite thing to do in the world now (can’t explain-you’ll have to come visit to find out what it is). Then she wanted to go play pool, which is a favorite past time of mine when I have time. Who would have thought, a Honduran tax lawyer living in the same town who likes to shoot pool? Everything was going great, despite the language barrier. After pool, we walked to a dance club. When we arrived, she realized she didn’t have her purse. We re-traced our steps, searched high and low, questioned the bartenders at the pool hall, etc. Nothing. I had to give her money to get home. So much in common, but such a bad experience. (Pamplona, Spain)