The Date

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.

The. End.


About Carolynn the Dyer

If I've learned one thing by having three children in four years, it's that babies are not, in fact, the best birth control. ... Okay, just kidding. I've really learned that laughter is the only way to survive the wilds of parenthood, and life in general. Also, that it is indeed possible to do dishes, parent, and carry on a conversation at the same time. If that sounds like fun, or just impossible, then come join me on my blog--and join me in the jungle.
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One Response to The Date

  1. Susan says:

    Haha! What an idiot, now that’s a way to impress a girl right there.

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