I dated the Obamacare girl.
And why wouldn’t I . . . she was so optimistic and promising when we first met. Big brown eyes and a warm smile. She even wore those long, dangly earrings – those get me every time. She told me, “If you take me out, you’ll find that I’m more than a date. Much more!”
Wowsers! That’s a hard promise to pass up. So, we went out. Well, sort of. O-girl told me to pick her up, but when I reached her front door I found a note that read, “I can’t go out at our scheduled time, but please keep standing at the door until I’m able.”
An odd way to begin, I thought. But, what could I do? There was no getting out of the date at this point – promises were made. So, I stood on her stoop . . . for several days. One day, long after the flowers in my hand had wilted, I could hear her shuffling around inside. “Are you there,” I asked. “Is this date going to happen?”
She replied from behind the closed door, “I AM here . . . and you’re being impatient. Nobody is more frustrated than I am that our date hasn’t begun.” She stomped away from the door, and I went back to waiting.
What’s that? You shouldn’t date girls you meet on the Internet? Well, he didn’t get the memo. Read how his date went, if you’d like a little humor injected into this whole mess.