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Donald Trump was a nightmare date in the 1970s
For Lucy Klebanow, that awful date just happened to be with a billionaire who is now running for president. It was the early 1970s; she was 23. She and Donald Trump had mutual friends. Then he invited her to dinner:
He was nice looking, not handsome, but nice. Preppy. Normal. Not a conversationalist, but neither was I. I didn’t think he was very bright.
The check came but the restaurant didn't take credit cards. My date couldn't pay for the dinner. This was the first thing I could relate to all evening. Me, Jewish girl, independent but not too, always had bad-date, worst-case-scenario, awkward-situation, get-home money.
So, my big shot, Cadillac, phone-in-convertible boring date couldn't pay for dinner. He was stunned and embarrassed. I said, "Let's get aprons and do the dishes. It would be fun." His face was horror-stricken. He was flustered. Relax, I have the money. Oh, thank God. He swore he'd pay me back tomorrow so many times that I thought it not likely.
He never did. That may tell you something about my date with Donald Trump
Should he get to the White House, I would love to be paid back with interest. If he doesn’t get to the White House, I consider this story enough of a payback.
Donald Trump was a nightmare date in the 1970s
For Lucy Klebanow, that awful date just happened to be with a billionaire who is now running for president. It was the early 1970s; she was 23. She and Donald Trump had mutual friends. Then he invited her to dinner:
He was nice looking, not handsome, but nice. Preppy. Normal. Not a conversationalist, but neither was I. I didn’t think he was very bright.
The check came but the restaurant didn't take credit cards. My date couldn't pay for the dinner. This was the first thing I could relate to all evening. Me, Jewish girl, independent but not too, always had bad-date, worst-case-scenario, awkward-situation, get-home money.
So, my big shot, Cadillac, phone-in-convertible boring date couldn't pay for dinner. He was stunned and embarrassed. I said, "Let's get aprons and do the dishes. It would be fun." His face was horror-stricken. He was flustered. Relax, I have the money. Oh, thank God. He swore he'd pay me back tomorrow so many times that I thought it not likely.
He never did. That may tell you something about my date with Donald Trump
Should he get to the White House, I would love to be paid back with interest. If he doesn’t get to the White House, I consider this story enough of a payback.
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