We had a brief conversation. Clever and humorous, so I proposed a date. Yes, she replied.
I was guessing she’ll be 400 pounds. However, it was she who answered the door—this little strawberry blonde with a lustrous head and well formed curves everywhere. After exchanging our true names, I asked her what does she do for work. “Sunday school teacher,” she says. I’m taking her to the second-best restaurant I can think of even though I’ve never had a Christian girl.
I ask her if she’s hungry as I take out a joint of my finest cannabis. She responds, “Heavens no, what would i tell my sunday school children?” . Well, some people smoke, and some people don’t, so I didn’t give it much attention.
When we get to the restaurant, she orders the lobster while I get a steak. I choose the second-most costly bottle of wine available. However, when the waitress brings it she says she doesn’t drink. Im mindblown. “You don’t drink?”
“Heavens no. How would I explain this to my Sunday school students?”
We laugh at one other’s jokes and have a nice time, but when I sip from that expensive bottle by myself, I realize this is a disaster.
As I’m driving her home i pass a cheap hotel and figuring i got nothing to lose ask her :”want to get a room and knock boots?”
She says “I thought you’d never ask.”
I’m like really?!? “what will you tell your sunday school children?”
She said: the same thing i tell them every week
“You don’t have to drink and smoke to have a good time “