I’d like to tell you a story.
Once there was a girl named Carolynn, and she was going on her very first real date. It was a sunny weekend, she was 16, and she was ready. And most definitely the best part of the date was right here:
A lovely walk in a beautiful park. What could be better? All that’s needed is the romantic dialogue:
Except that’s not actually what he said. It actually went like this:
Moral: Don’t go on dates with rocks.