The KISS Guy

100 years ago (ok so it wasn't that long but it's me Darcy...the dramatic one) I was in my prime....going out, drinking, dancing (me dancing is always a story in itself) and dating. I loved my early 20s I thought I was invincible,I thought I could do it all and I dated the worlds biggest dbag (yes we all make mistakes even if that mistake is made over and over...and over again). As things (finally) went south with the dbag, I thought that I would date "the nice guy" I thought this was the answer... date the nice guy and life will be great. So I go out one night to a hole in the wall bar in a small area (first mistake) with a few friends and I find him "Mr. Nice Guy." This guy was very attentive to my incredible dance moves, ability to drink and flirty nature. He wasn't horrible looking, he could use some work in the clothing department but he had potential. 

We talk, I drink, I drink more and then I drank more and kept him close. Deciding that this was a great idea I give him my number when asked for it. 

Sounds great right?!? Here comes the hit.

I get home that night and as the nice guy does he called me to check on me and we have a long convo. In this drunken convo the band KISS was brought up more then once and that should never happen. I start thinking about why he would possibly be bringing all this up then remembered he did have a KISS wallet and belt buckle. Here is where Mr Nice Guy goes incredibly wrong. He tells me he has KISS sheets, KISS clothes, KISS posters covering his walls, KISS costumes (that he actually wears!!), KISS band aids, KISS chap stick and the list continues. I wanted to scream this was like that horrible Drew Barrymore movie Fever Pitch but worse. I mean ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!?!? KISS puked all over your life and you are trying to date someone??? Oh no. Get your life together.

I loved NSYNC. I mean I loved them but I was young and once I grew up all of that NSYNC stuff went into a box and sealed up with a kiss for a great memory. I have had things I loved and I can appreciate being a fan, but you just took all of your crazy and laid it out on the table in one night.

Sweep up your crazy son because you just sobered me up and will never hear from me again....but it was so nice to meet you. 

Keep your crazy on lock down...at least until after your first date. 

Please stop you are scaring me and don't put on ridiculous costumes....ever.

-Darcy-