The Fireball!

Today I told Date #8 I was going to meet a group of friends at a wine tasting event. First she invited herself along, then she uninvited herself. Then later in the evening she began an e-mail onslaught about me dating other women and what a nasty person I was. Um, on our very first dinner date I'd explained the "dozen first dates" idea, and honestly I haven't been on date #9 yet - but I guess the thought of me possibly dating someone else drove her crazy.