I was sure I had the trophy for “Worst First Date” in the bag, after I went out with a guy who, within the first five minutes of meeting, told me, “You’ve got great cans.” I felt like karma had worked its magic when, two minutes later, a pigeon pooped on him. But a woman in Detroit totally has me beat. She met a dude at a casino (something should have told her this wasn’t a good idea) and agreed to go out with him a few days later. She picked him up, and the two went for a (romantic?) dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. When the bill came, he said, “Oh, I think I left my wallet in your car.” She gave him her keys to go retrieve it. Only, he never came back. He not only skipped out on the bill—he stole her 2000 Chevy Impala. This dude goes on trial on Thursday, and faces five years for unlawfully taking the car. We think they should tack on an extra year for giving dudes a bad name. [Yahoo News]
