A Date to Forget

This guy seemed perfect online but the second we sat down at dinner he started talking

about his collection. Not coins or stamps. Teeth. Human teeth. He pulls out this

little velvet pouch and dumps twenty-three teeth onto the table. Says he keeps one from every relationship

as a souvenir. I asked how he got them and he just smiled really wide, showing this gap

in his back molars. Then he reached across the table, touched my cheek, and whispered which

tooth of mine he'd pick. I left cash on the table and ran. Found out later

he was reported missing three days after our date. Police found his apartment full of

teeth jars. Hundreds of them. None of them were his.