Fortieth Episode And Still Fully Gremlin

Ever had a night out turn into a legend you can’t believe is yours? We’re back from a two-week break and diving straight into pure Gremlin energy: five listener stories that ricochet from accidental break-ins to disastrous dates, unhinged dinner parties, and an unforgettable meet-cute born from tears.

First, a late-night hookup goes off the rails when identical condo doors and moonlight confusion lead to walking into the wrong home. We unpack the gut-drop moment that follows, the importance of locking sliding doors, and the tiny safety rituals that keep city living sane. Then, we hit the maddening world of modern dating: a hammered Hinge dinner where he slips his secret and a parallel tale of a long-winded DM confession from a man who posts his wedding photos a week later. We talk red flags, accountability, and the messy ethics of telling the unsuspecting partner.

The chaos keeps rolling with a real-life Dinner Party that channels The Office: a sweet landlord hosts a farewell that unravels into whiskey naps, kitchen carnage, and shouting across dirty dishes. It’s painfully funny to hear, brutal to endure, and a masterclass in maintaining boundaries when proximity traps you. Balance arrives in the warmest way possible: “Teary Tegan,” a first date that spirals into tears, becomes a story about empathy, bad days, and the kind of vulnerability that actually builds connection.

We close with a neon nightmare: a concert date where the guy hands over Molly then pinwheels into a brawl. It’s a high-definition reminder that consent, safety, and exit plans aren’t buzzkills, they’re how you get home in one piece. Along the way, we share takeaways for dating safety, emotional honesty, and drawing the line when someone invites you into chaos you didn’t ask for.

Got a worst first date you’re brave enough to share? Have your own Gremlin Story? Need Gremlin Guidance? Have a juicy piece of Gremlin Gossip? Send it to EMILYTOGREMLIYPOD@GMAIL.COM and stick around for next week’s WWGD: you bring the scenarios, I’ll tell you what I would do. If you laughed, gasped, or nodded along, tap follow, rate five stars, and share this with a friend who loves a good story.

Transcript

Back From Hiatus & Studio Refresh

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Okay, cheers guys. Emily, Emily to Gremly here with another solo episode. Today is episode 40. That's insane. I've done 40 episodes of this. I am also coming back from a two-week hiatus. We'll talk about that more in a second. But first episode drink of the week is a raspberry rose poppy. Because we're still doing 75 hard, so we can't have real rose soon, my babies. Soon. I'm very excited to be able to have a glass of wine, a martini, a shot. I mean, I'll take anything at this point. I don't even care. But for right now, Raspberry Rose Poppy. It's a tried and true drink. I think it's my favorite flavor out of all of the poppies. I did like that Shirley Temple one I had. Maybe it was at the last episode I did. I don't know. It's been so long. Either way, Raspberry Rose Poppy, yummies. Um, if you haven't tried it, try it. Okay, so the two-week break, it was actually only supposed to be one week and it turned into two weeks. It wasn't a mental health break like I've done in the past. This was strictly for me to catch up on a bunch of work that I had. Um, I have a bunch of things kind of like in the works. Also, I was redoing this studio. You guys can't tell if you're watching on YouTube, everything looks the same to you, but I was redoing the studio just to make it a little more, I think I said it last time, aesthetically pleasing, basically just for myself. Everything behind the camera is completely different. I have like different setups, I got stuff going on here. I actually have stuff to put away over there. But yeah, everything was just kind of like a mess in week one. I was like, okay, I'm gonna take this week off, catch up on all my work, just like a whole bunch of stuff, and then it turned into two weeks. So I do have some fun things planned. Stay tuned for that. I don't like to say stay tuned because it sounds like I'm like edging or like blue balling you, but you know, nothing's concrete or set in stone or anything I can really talk about yet, because you know, I don't want to like count my

Drink Of The Week & Warm-Up

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chickens before they hatch. Is that the way it that saying is supposed to go? Count your chickens before they hatch. It's not eggs, it's chickens, right? I don't know. All right, guys, it's been a minute since I've done this, so now I feel like in my head and awkward, so we're gonna ease back into this. And today is going to be only gremlin stories. We're taking it way, way back to the original, original format where we just had gremlin stories. We didn't have guidance or gossip yet. So we're gonna take it all the way back to the beginning, and it is just gremlin stories. So, with that, let's just get started. Also, my printer friggin' ran out of ink, and I was like, crap, what am I gonna do? Should I just like have the computer in my lap? But I like to like behind the camera, I can see my setup of how long it's been recording for. I can see my sound waves. Is that what that is? Sound waves, voice waves. I can just see that everything's working. So I didn't want to have it on a different screen of my document. I that's why I like to print it because I like to see what's going on over there. I like to read what's happening in front of my face. I didn't want to like worry about it. So I switched to red ink, which is a little harder to read. So hopefully I don't mess this up too much because then editing will be a bitch. But you guys won't know that. It'll just be me who's suffering. Okay, guys. So with that, let's start with the first gremlin story. Let's see, the first one comes to us from Megan, and Megan says, I have an embarrassing story that luckily ended much better than I expected. I started a situationship with this guy who I would normally booty call after a night out. One night I was out celebrating my friend's birthday and the clubs were closing, so that was my cue to text him for a hookup. He responded right away saying he was working. He was a bartender across town, but he would be home around 3 a.m. He told me where his spare key was hidden in a fake rock on the doorstep of his condo, so I should just let myself in and he would meet me there ASAP. I stumble my way from the Uber to his door and am desperately searching for this rock in the moonlight, but I can't seem to find it. Just when I decided to curl up and

Format Reset: All Gremlin Stories

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wait for him, I see that the window on the patio is cracked open. There was only a small gate enclosing the space, so I hopped over it and walked through the glass door and into the dining room. I was so proud of myself and was going to settle myself on his bed when I decided I needed to pee first. When I get to the bathroom and turn on the light, I immediately notice how it had a feminine touch. I became concerned that maybe he had gotten into a new relationship and I had become the other woman. It took me a moment to realize I think I'm in the wrong condo. I rushed into the living room and see the furniture is completely different, and I'm horrified. I run as quietly as I can out the way I came. I'm popping over the fence when I see my guy pull up in his driveway two doors down. He was so puzzled as to what I was doing, and I'm freaking out, tiptoeing towards him. In my defense, all the doors of the condos are identical and it was dark. But thank God his neighbor wasn't home. Otherwise, it would have been an interesting story to tell the cops when they showed up. Signed Megan. Megan, for real. Like can't it was obviously a lady who lived there. I wonder where she was. Like maybe she was out of town. But can you imagine if someone like popped into my home, man or woman, I would freak out. I wonder what I would do in that situation. I don't want to find out. I'm not like trying to invite that into my life, but I wonder what I would do. I I would have a little shit fit. So thank god and thank God you didn't have like malicious intent. Otherwise, yeah, that lady needs to not leave her her door open. She said it was a sliding glass door. Yeah, you need to everyone needs to make sure those are are locked up and closed.

Story 1: Wrong Condo Break-In

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I remember I actually told that story when Michael was here and we were doing um the scary movie Halloween episode that I had seen the movie The Strangers and I got scared. Or I actually hold on. I scared myself. I didn't get scared, I scared myself because my nana had this huge sliding glass door that led to the patio and the driveway, and then you know you could see the world from it. And I got scared when every time I locked it after I had seen that movie, thinking I was gonna open the blinds to make sure it was locked, and there was gonna be somebody like staring at me who was like a murderer, actually, just anyone staring at me would have scared me. I was like 14, but yeah, I that always scared me. So now I'm just like so paranoid about locking my doors. But this lady needs to have that same kind of paranoia. I wonder if she ever realized that you were in her apartment. Like, did she like would something like maybe add a place or like did you like move something in the bathroom? And she was like, Oh, that's weird. Ooh, lady, come on. Also, I've never broken into a house intentionally or unintentionally. I've had to break into my own home, but luckily not this house, but my old apartment. I had lost my keys a couple times. Actually, I do, I think I still have the picture. It was my birthday celebration. I think, oh gosh, this was for sure pre-pandemic. I want to say maybe it was like when I was turning like 26 or 27, and I was gonna be gone for my actual birthday, and I was gonna do like a birthday dinner with like the girls before I left for my trip. And my birthday's in August, so it's summer. And I had been at the beach all day drinking and in the sun. So by the time they came to get me for this dinner, I was like plastered. I don't really remember the dinner all that well because we got to the restaurant and kept drinking some more. But they told me, they had to tell me afterwards because I didn't remember it. But they said when they we got back to my house, they like opened my purse to look for my keys to open the door, and they were like, dude, you brought an empty purse with you. Like, I didn't even I had didn't have a wallet, I didn't have an ID. Why didn't I get carded? Anyway, but yeah, I didn't have a wallet, didn't have an ID, didn't have keys. I liter literally just took an empty purse. And it was Lynn, who has been on this podcast as well, who they popped open the window and hoisted her through, and someone took a picture. I'm not sure which one took a picture, which friend, but took a picture of her like climbing through my window. That was pretty funny. So I've done that, and I've had to break into my own apartment back then because I had like lost my keys at one point. But I've never broken into someone else's home. I would be afraid to. I mean, you should be afraid to do that. What am I talking about? Alright, I'm just I'm I'm struggling, guys. Alright, the next Gremlin story is from Maya. And Maya says, not my gremlin story, I was just a lucky witness to the debauchery. I matched with this cute guy on hinge, and after going back and forth for about a week, we decided to meet up for dinner and drinks. We texted the afternoon leading up to the dinner, and everything seemed great, sans the fact he had had a long day and was looking forward to having a drink with me. So I arrive at the restaurant about five minutes before a set time and see he's sitting at the bar waiting for me. As soon as I get face to face with him, I can tell he's absolutely hammered. He settles his almost $100 bar tab and I ask him how long he's been there. He said he arrived about an hour earlier for a drink to loosen up after his day. I should have left right then and there, but I was all dressed up and I wanted a free meal, so I said, fuck it, let's just do it for the plot. We sat down at our table and this man orders another drink. I was shocked, but ordered one for myself and just buckled in for a wild ride. I quickly ordered my appetizer and entree while he's slurring on about himself while occasionally paying me a compliment. The food arrives and it was delicious, so I just kept on eating. Finally, curiosity got the best of me, and after my second drink and finishing half of my entree, I decide to ask him why his day was so stressful. Then this man goes on a tirade about how planning anything with a woman is just impossible, and his money is just being spent like water. I push for more details and he was complaining about his fiance spending too much money on their upcoming wedding. Huh? I ask, you're engaged? He quickly realizes he slipped up and starts to backpedal. But I had heard enough. I down my drink, tell him he's a drunken fool, leave and block his number. What a damn pig. Signed Maya. Alright. See, I feel like this isn't that uncommon of a scenario either. Like, how many guys are out there on dating apps who are either married, engaged, in a relationship? It's like, come on, like, get your shit together, dude. And then the reason why he's so upset and he's had a hard day because he's not enjoying the wedding planning process. Sir, just don't get married. Like, break off the engagement. It's not that hard. Oh my god, it's not that hard. I've done it before, okay, guys. Um, so this reminded me of this kind of a similar scenario where I had just recently started dating my boyfriend, and it was like before like I had like posted any pictures of him on like social media, like it was still like fairly, fairly new. So, you know, I wasn't like posting him right away, but I did have pictures with my ex on there before that I had already deleted.

Locks, Fears & Sliding Doors Tangent

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So I had gotten a message from this guy who I had known for many, many years, but hadn't seen in like I don't even know. He messaged me on Instagram because we we didn't have each other's phone number. He messaged me on Instagram and says, like it I opened it and it was this long, long like essay almost. And he's laying out all of these like feelings he's always had for me. And he's like, you know, and when I deleted all my pictures, like, you know, however long prior to this, he had messaged me and was like, Hey, like, you know, what's going on? What's up with you? Like, basically, like prying and being nosy. I could tell what he was doing, and but I'm a nosy person too, so you know, nosy nose nosy. And uh he had asked, like, oh, like what happened? Like, all your pictures are gone. And I was like, Oh, yeah, you know, we didn't work out, you know, no worries. Just like, you know, kind of brushing it off. So he had sent me this long ass message and said that he had had all these feelings for me for like so long, and now that you know, I've always been in a relationship, so now that I'm not, he's hoping that he can get his chance with me. And like, he it was like a very, very nice message. But number one, I was already dating my boyfriend, and number two, I didn't feel that way about him. So I was very kind with my words and basically just told him, like, you know, I'm sorry, but I'm seeing someone right now. And basically, like, if I wasn't, it it still wouldn't happen. Like, I just I don't feel that way. I like, you know, I like him as a friend, basically. That's the gist of it. But in reality, if like now that I'm talking about and thinking about it, like, yeah, I like him as a friend, but like I haven't seen this dude in person in years. We didn't talk on a regular basis, like it was very like much like an a pair social relationship at that point almost. Like he just would comment on like my Instagram posts. So anyway, I sent him the message saying, you know, sorry, basically. And he responded, like, okay, like, you know, no worries. I just had to put myself out there. Just you know, I would always regret it if I didn't. And that was that. And then about a week later, it wasn't longer than a week, about a week. I'll we'll just give it, I'll say it was a full week, just for story purposes. He and also he, I need to preface this by saying he never posted anything on his Instagram. Like his he was one of those people that had like, I don't know, 10 pictures like on his whole profile. So him not posting things wasn't like shocking or anything. But I was scrolling on Instagram and I see that he had posted something and it looked like he was part of a bridal party. And I was like, Oh, that's cool, wonder who got married. I keep scrolling some more, and another picture pops up, and this guy never posts anything, so finally I just like clicked on the profile. It was his fucking wedding, and I was like, Whoa, hold on. And I'm looking at it, and I'm like, then I start being a stalker creep. So I'm looking at his profile, and he had posted like 20 pictures because I think this was before in like you could post like multiple pictures like in one place, but it was

Story 2: Hammered Hinge Date With A Fiancé

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just picture after picture after picture of him and his new bride. And I'm looking at this wedding and I'm like, this is this wasn't an elopement, it wasn't a spur-the-moment wedding. It's not like they ran, he just met her and they went to Vegas. He had been in a committed long-term relationship with this person who planned a beautiful wedding. The wedding was gorgeous, you know, top notch to her, she did great. But I was like, what the hell would have happened if I would have reciprocated his feelings? Like, if I would have said, if I wasn't with my boyfriend, if I was actually single and I felt a certain type of way about him, if I was like, oh my god, really? Like, okay, yeah, let's go on a date. What would happen? Would he have made me the other woman? Would he have left his fiancee a week before their wedding? I was baffled. And I'm one of those people who if you ever get like a wordy text from me, like where I like want to kind of like get my point across, and I'm like kind of being like curt or mean or just like if I'm having an issue with you and you get a very lengthy text message from me, just know I spent some time on it and I wrote it in my notes. I had it drafted, and I went through multiple edits of it. That's just you know, it's the Virgo Mars in me. It's how I fight. I started drafting a message to this guy to be like, dude, what the fuck? Like, what the hell, man? And then the more I thought about it, luckily that see, this is how it helps me in the long run. Normally, if I was impulsive, I would just send it out. But I like to write out everything I have to say and make it as mean as possible. And then I go back and I edit my words, and then sometimes I don't send it at all. This was one of those times I didn't send it at all. And I'm really glad I didn't because I didn't want him to realize that he like bothered me. It wasn't that I was like bothered, like, oh my god, he's with somebody else. It was like, like, wait, hold on, like you've been engaged this whole time and like you're gonna message me a week. It was just it's I don't know. I'm like, was he trying to have like his rom-com moment where it's like he's like the good guy or something, and then he like runs off like it's like runaway bride or some shit, but really it's runaway groom. I don't know what the hell he was thinking. I ended up unfriending him because I was like, ew, you're a pig. And then I never I thought about contacting the his wife, his wife, really his wife, and like I was gonna send her the screenshots of it, but I don't I didn't know her. I don't know who she is. I only knew her name because he tagged her in all the photos, and then I was able I from there I really stalked. I went on her profile and saw like that she had all these pictures and they had been together for like several years. It was just wild, like, dude, get your shit together. It was it was weird, and I thought about messaging her with the screenshots, but the I just I didn't know her. I didn't want her to think I was like some weirdo girl who's trying to like break up her relationship because I wanted her man, because I didn't want her man at all, especially after that. I didn't want him in the first place, but it was just insane. But now that I'm looking back on it, I'm wondering, should I have ever told her? Like, was I not being like a girl's girl because I didn't tell her? I don't know. I guess you guys can message me and let me know if you think I should have told the wife. Because I never did, and I'm not going to now. Um but yeah, I guess you can write in and let me know if you would have done what I did or if you would have contacted the wife. That was a wild story. That was kind of a tangent too, but I had a lot to say. All right, the next story is going to be from Becca. Okay, so she starts this off by talking about she references an episode from The Office called and the episode title is Dinner Party. And I feel like most people have seen The Office. If you haven't, like you really need to because it's such a great show, it's like my comfort show. But I feel like I need to preface this by saying what happened in that episode and then read her story so you can see how it is somewhat similar. In that episode, the boss, Michael Scott, is trying so hard to get this couple to come to his his condo and have a dinner party with him and his girlfriend, but they don't want to the couple doesn't want to go. Jim and Pam don't want to go because they can't stand his girlfriend. Sometimes they can't stand Michael, and they just know it's gonna be a terrible evening. Eventually he tricks them into coming to the house. It's a whole series of events, and it's exactly what they thought it was gonna be. It was a terrible night, it was awkward, it was volatile, it ends with a smash TV and the police show up. It's a funny episode, kind of uncomfortable, but it's one of my favorite episodes. So now that I told you that, I'm gonna read Becca's story. So Becca says, I know you're a fan of the office, as am I, and I experienced an office-esque moment in my life. It really felt like I was living in a scene of a movie, and to this day, it's the weirdest moment I have ever witnessed or been a part of. My husband and I had just bought our house and informed the landlord of the duplex we were renting that we would be moving out in 60 days. She was a sweet woman, around 50 years old, who lived in the front unit, and my husband and I rented the back. As a congratulations and a farewell, she insisted on throwing. A mini dinner party a couple of weeks before we moved. The night of the party arrives and we hadn't seen her gardening all day, but assumed she was just getting ready to host. I texted her asking if she needed us to bring anything, and she replied, quote, nothing but yourselves. So we knock on the door and are greeted by her boyfriend who we had only met a few times before. He slurs at us to come on in. We hesitate and then enter, hearing a commotion in the kitchen. We see that the table isn't set and there are a ton of dirty dishes thrown about the kitchen. When we see her, she's disheveled, her hair is barely brushed, all sweaty, and she reeks of alcohol. We ask her if everything is okay and she's stumbling around, fussing with the stove and oven, murmuring that dinner will be ready soon. We had never seen her like this and didn't know her to drink, minus the occasional glass of wine. I told her we could reschedule for tomorrow if she needs, but she kept pestering us to sit down. And then we were stuck there for the next three hours while she attempted to serve us dinner, and her boyfriend continued to pour himself glasses upon glasses of whiskey. When he began to fall asleep at the table, she started screaming at him and hitting him with the dish towel to stop being rude. And then they started arguing with each other about how the other person was ruining dinner and everything was a disaster. As soon as we could scamper out of there, we did. When we got back to our place, all we could do is laugh while we kept talking about the night. I was dreading running into her the next time I had to go outside. But the next time I saw her, she said she had a great time and we should do it again. This time at our new house. Are you insane? After we moved, we both deleted her number and haven't heard from her since. Seriously, one of the strangest moments in my life, Becca. Okay. This is one of those times where I'm like, it would be so funny to watch something like that unfold. Like I love, like I said, I love that episode of The Office, but to live it is like that's terrible. Like I'm one of those people where I'm like, I'm very like precious with my time. If I don't want to like go somewhere or do something and see somebody, I'm just like, ugh, like I think everyone's like that, but you know, I'm I just like dig my heels in a little bit more. But yeah, to be stuck there for three hours, and it's not like you can say, like in that episode of The Office, Jim tries to get away and say that his apartment flooded. It doesn't work, but he tries it, but you couldn't even do that because this lady is the landlord who lives in front of you. Terrible, so terrible. Yeah, that's an that's an absolute nightmare. I would I would hate that, but it would be funny to to watch. I don't want to be stuck there though. It would just be funny to observe it. Okay, the next story is from Tegan. Oh, Tegan, I remember you. Okay.

DM Confession From A Soon-To-Be Groom

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Tegan says, I'm gonna put myself out here on this show and hopefully make everyone laugh. This is the story about how I was nicknamed Terry Tegan. Oh girl. Okay. My friend had wanted to set me up with her cousin for a long time. She would always say, Oh, I wish you two could meet because I think you'd be perfect together. But he lived across the country while he attended grad school. Once he graduated and moved back home, she was hounding both of us, wanting to play Cupid and make it happen. We started texting back and forth, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that she was right. He sounded like he could be my soulmate. So we made plans to meet for dinner. The day arrives, and right from the moment I wake up, everything was shit. You know those days where nothing seems to be going your way? That was it. When I got out of bed, I stubbed my toe. I broke my favorite mug when I went to pour myself coffee. I spilled some food on my shirt while I was eating lunch. Just a bunch of little things that set me off all day. But I was looking forward to the date that night and just kept pushing through. On my way to the date, my car starts beeping that I'm about to run out of gas. I panic thinking about how I'm gonna be stalled out on a busy road but make it just in time to a gas station. But now I'm late for the date. When I finally arrive, I'm flustered and probably not in the best head space to put my best foot forward. But I see him, he's cute and very understanding about my tardiness. We get to the table and I order a glass of wine to calm down. About halfway through the date, we started talking about pets. I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. I just know what's coming, and I'm so sorry, Tegan. Okay. Um, wait, where was I? Okay. I tell him about my dog, a 12-year-old golden retriever who is just the cutest in the whole world. He then shows me a picture of his black lab, and she is adorable. I tell him we should get them together for a play date, and he says, Oh no, she actually passed about six months ago. Oh boy. Okay. That was it. I was done for. I don't know if all the frustration of the day came bubbling up, or I started to think about my own dogs and pending death, but I started to cry. He just looks at me with shock and bewilderment, telling me it's okay. She lived a long and happy life, and he's handing me his napkin to dry my tears. I'm so sorry. Oh my god. Uh, it's making me, I'm like trying not to laugh so hard. It's making me tear up. Okay. Um gosh. Um, I start, oh god. I start apologizing and tell him I get emotional when I'm PMSing, and he just says, Oh, okay. The date ends. He gives me a hug, and I walk back to my car in silence. I didn't even want to text my friend. The next morning I wake up to a text from her just saying, What happened? With a sad face. Oh my god, I don't know why this one's tickling me so much. Oh boy. Okay. I was too embarrassed to ever text him and decided to never see him again. But I ended up running into him at her birthday a few months later, and we laughed about the worst first date. And I explained to him that I wasn't insane. I was just having a weirdly horrible day. We have now been dating for two years and living together for one, so this does have a happy ending. But now I have the endearing nickname of Tyri Tegan. Love Tegan. Oh god, Tegan. I'm so sorry. When I when I read it, when I saw the email and I read it, I laughed harder than I'm laughing now. I'm trying to restrain myself because I don't want you to think I'm laughing at you. I'm laughing with you. It's just, oh man. I can just picture being in that restaurant and this like really cute guy is just staring at you, just with utter shock at the fact that you're crying over this dog you never met. And look, I I cry daily, like watching a TikTok about an animal. I'm right there with you. And it's just like the fact that you had such a bad day and it all bubbled to the surface with the mention of this dog. Oh god. Oh man, it's just oh, it's too much for me to bear. Oh, I feel like I'm tearing up. Okay. Um okay, but you know, it it had a happy ending. Terry Teagan, you've uh been dating him for two years and living together for one. So it all worked out, and good for your friend for knowing that you and her cousin were meant to be. I think that's cute. You know, I don't set people up on dates. I tried one time, and let me tell you, um, it went about as shitty as you can imagine. I had posted a picture of myself and a friend on, I don't know if it was on my Instagram story or Instagram post. Apparently everything's about Instagram today. But I had gotten a message from a friend who I knew back in high school and hadn't seen since like I don't know, 2012, 2013, maybe. I'm not sure how long. But anyway, it'd been years since I had seen the guy, talk to the guy, and him and I never dated. It was just like he was like in our friend group, and he said that he thought my friend was really cute. And I was like, Oh, well, she's single, like, you know, and I talked him up to her, and I was like, Hey, this guy thinks you're really cute. And I showed her the messages between him and I, and I was that I was like building her up, and she's like, Oh, cool. And then I showed her his profile, and she's like, Oh, he's cute. I was like, He's cute, he's sweet, he's nice, you know. Like, I I think it'll be great. I think you guys should go out, like that would be fun. And so they didn't exchange numbers, I don't think. It was just like they were talking over Instagram, so like they friended each other. And about like a week later, she sees me and she's like, What the fuck is wrong with you? And I was like, What? Like, what did they do? And she was like, That guy that you told me was like so sweet and nice and cute. He's a dick. I was like, wait, what are you talking about? She showed me the messages. I don't know what happened to him between high school and then, but he became a douchebag. He was acting like he was like this like Playboy player, and that he it was j it was gross. I was reading the messages, I was like, he did not act like that back when I knew him. So I don't know. Some girl must have like broke his heart in between high school and then and jaded him for life, and he became a D-bag. And I was mortified. I was like, I'm sorry, like I don't know what's wrong with him. I don't know why he's acting like that. I don't know why he said that. I'm trying to remember the things he said, but it was just like typical, like LA douchebag vibes. And I was like, I was just shocked that he acted like that. So I was just like, you know what? I'm never gonna set anyone up with anyone ever again because I don't want to be held responsible if the guy ends up being an ass. I was so disappointed. All right, guys, and the final gremlin story. This one is anonymous. Anonymous says, I have the worst first date story. I I don't know, Tegan might beat you, but let's find out. I have the worst first date story. Like, so bad I became a ghost. I matched with a guy on Bumble who was just my type. Tall, handsome, tattooed, and into music. He mentions to me that he has two tickets to see a DJ we both love and invites me to the show. I, of course, say yes, and he tells me he'll pick me up and we can go to the event together. On the way there, we're having a great conversation. We find out we have even more in common, and then we arrive. As I get out of his car, he hands me a tablet and says, Here, take this before we go inside. I ask what it is, and it's Molly. Look, I'm not a square, and it's not like I haven't done drugs before, but not on a first date with someone I just met. It seemed really unsafe. So I politely declined and he popped mine and his into his mouth. I just stood there shocked and immediately started running through the different scenarios in my head about what's going to happen. But I really wanted to see this DJ, so I followed him inside. Everything was fine at first. But when the second song started, everything went off the rails. He became drenched in sweat. Like it looked like he was the only one who was reined on. And and is dancing with something else. He looked like

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one of those inflatable guys outside of a car dealership. The people around us were starting to get pissed, and it really took a turn when he flailed his arm too hard right into this girl's face, and her boyfriend started pushing him, and then a fight broke out. I'm pretty small, so I just ducked away and hightailed it away from them. I saw security pull him from the crowd, and the couple was screaming after him. I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about following him in security to see if I could help, but I didn't want them to think I was high too. So I just left. I was kind of bummed because I left my Stanley cup in his car, but I didn't feel like dealing with him to get it back. A few days later, I received a text from him asking what happened to me and if I had his car keys because his car was towed from the event, but he didn't have his keys. By the way, I didn't have his keys. I just texted back no and then I blocked him. Anonymous. Yeah, so I agree I agree with you, Anonymous. I wouldn't be accepting drugs from random bumble guy. Um, it could have been a roofie. Did he not think of that? I mean, obviously he didn't think he didn't think, obviously, because he took both tablets at the same time. Like, of course you're gonna have an issue. Also, the inflatable guys outside of a car dealership. As soon as I read that, I had to look it up too, because I didn't remember the wording of it, but it's from Family Guy and it's that ad, and it has like that announcer voice. I'm gonna mess it up anyway. But he's like, wacky inflatable tube, man. Ah, see, I don't even know what it is, but you know what I'm talking about. Maybe I'll post it in like stories or something. But that I that's like such a great description of somebody's terrible dancing, the wacky inflatable tube guy. What is that? Shit, I should have written it down because it I watched the video on TikTok and it was making me laugh. Everything made me laugh like really hard, apparently, for this whole episode. It was cracking me up. But yeah, I RIP to the Stanley Cup, you know, bye. And he must have dropped his keys in the scuffle. Also, now that I'm like talking this out, he took the two doses of the drugs and then was gonna drive you home. Like, let's say a fight didn't break out and you guys just enjoyed the concert together, he still would have been high off his ass. Like, would how would he have driven? You would have had to drive, unless he's one of those people that doesn't allow others to drive his car. What a fucking disaster of a date. Also, within this episode alone, we had what three different stories that yeah, three stories that were like terrible first dates. I think that should be an upcoming episode, is like worst first dates. So I'll just put it out now as a call to action. It hasn't been suggested, but fuck it. Let's just do it. If you have a story about your worst first date, or just worst date, it doesn't have to be the first one. You could have known the guy for a minute or the girl for a minute and it fell to shit. Submit those stories. Emily to Gremlied Pod at gmail.com. Yeah, I think that would be a fun episode. I'm trying to think what I could tell, like what story I could tell from my own life. There's one that's popping up off the top of my head, but it's like it wasn't that bad. It wasn't this. It wasn't, you know, he had a fiance or he took drugs or there were tears involved. Um, so mine's gonna be, I think, pretty mellow unless like I reach into the deep recesses of my brain and pick something out. Maybe I've like forgot, tried to like forget about, who knows? Um, but yeah, if you have your own worst first date stories, let's send those in and we can make that an episode. And that's the end of this episode. If you want to follow myself and the podcast, you may do so on Instagram and TikTok at EmilyTogremolipod on both. You can also watch this episode and almost all the past episodes on YouTube at EmilyTegremoliPod on YouTube. If you have your own Gremlin story, you need Gremlin guidance, or you have a juicy piece of Gremlin gossip, you can submit that in through email at EmilyTogremilypod at gmail.com, or you can message me on Instagram or TikTok, whichever you prefer. Also, another call to action. This isn't new, I've been throwing it out there for you guys. WWGD, what would Gremly do? I think I'm gonna air it next week. I have a bunch of submissions from you guys that were pretty good. I do have a lot of the same scenario though. So I don't know how I'm gonna maybe I'll just like list everyone who submitted the same scenario. But you guys had a lot of the same thoughts. So I don't want to read each individual one and then kind of have the same answer. So I think I'll just group you guys together. Um, but yeah, I think that's going to be next week's episode. So if you haven't submitted anything yet and you want to, make sure to email that in A-S-A-P at emily to gremlaipod at gmail.com. And remember, it's different from guidance. Guidance is if you need advice. WWGD is going to be what I would personally do in that scenario. I'm not giving you advice. I'm not telling you you should do what I do. I'm just telling you what I would do. You guys were interested, so I'm gonna answer. So yeah, that's going to be next week's episode. I really gotta compile that, get everything together, and I don't want to leave anyone out, so I'm gonna compile everything together and get it all situated for you guys. Also, also, also, also, we are coming up on the one-year anniversary of this podcast, and I don't know what I'm gonna do for it. I already in my mind have like a cute like photo shoot idea for myself, basically. I mean, I there's no one else here. I'm gonna do like a photo shoot like by myself. I have like an idea in my head of what I'm gonna do, but I don't actually know what I'm gonna do. If you guys have any suggestions on what you want to hear on that one year anniversary episode, the one-year anniversary of this podcast is April 1st, April Fool's Day. But that episode will air Tuesday, March 31st. So just the day before. I thought about doing it the week after, but I don't like that. It's I'm just gonna do it Tuesday, March 31st will be the air date of the one year anniversary of the podcast. So if you also have suggestions on what you want me to do, what you want me to talk about for that one year episode, send those in, emlygrammilypod at gmail.com or message me on social media. Make sure to like, follow, share, subscribe, rate five stars, do all the things. We're gonna cheers out with my Raspberry Rose Poppy. And cheers to you, cheers to me, and cheers to Terry Teagan. I'm sorry, honey. I would it was a great story, and you said you wanted to make people laugh, and you made me laugh. So, cheersies, bye!