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she would bring the food. Then she said she would bring a friend. When I piekcd them up, the friend turned out to be a female minister. At the concert, the two ladies unfolded a blanket, waited till I sat down, and then both huddled at the orthogonal corner, tucking their legs beneath them. My date said, "I suppose you have to have some meat." They retained their vegetarian delights over there, at their side of the blanket. The two of them shoved the carton with meat in it all the way across the blanket. It was the sort of meat that is prepared by the lowest-status, newest, most committed employee at a vegetarian deli where they know they have to sell it, but the thought of it is morally unbearable. Meat that was prepared by somebody who sprinkled it with tears while thinking of dead baby squirrels and dead baby deer. I attempted some conversation, across the full width of the blanket. People all around us rightly hissed me for oversounding the noise of distant chamber music, so I gave that up, succumbed to boredom, and slept. When the concert was done, one of them gingerly prodded at me to awaken me. We all went back to her house. The ministress then discovered a certain rude sense of humor. She twinkled, simpered, beamed significantly, and said to my date, "Well, I'll leave you now. So you can ... say good night ... to him. I know when I'm not wanted!" Arched eyebrows. She tooled off in a car whose vanity plate was named something like "RevLady."As soon as she left, my date said, "Well. I suppose you expect a hug. Like all the others." She closed her eyes, averted her face, extended her arms, and leaned slightly forward from the waist. I said, hastily, trying to tiptoe backward, "Oh, no. NO! Not at all, not at all. No. That'll be quite all right. No hug necessary. Uh, I better be going now." Later she and revlady called. I assume they called separately rather than as part of some elaborately concerted plan to entangle a somnolent carnivore. But, somehow, nothing could be worked out.A lot of the wierd dates are intransitive. The 'other' is doing something quite normal to him or her, and completely bizarre to you. I think this one was bilaterally wierd, and would not be at all surprised if Ms X and Revlady have posted their version on a website somewhere.