Chivalry needs CPR

Had a great time at zombie paintball last night. Sort of. It was the perfect Halloween night. A little nip in the air, light drizzle. However that made the paths into the staging area wet, muddy and slippery. So I naturally grabbed the arm of my 6’2″ date. He immediately removed it saying “if you slip, you’ll pull me down with you.”

After an evening of watching him walk in front of me, leaving me in the cold as he went exploring, and stopping to watch the Ohio State game when we needed to be in the zombie line, I finally mustered up the courage and said “you’re just not very warm and cuddly are you?”

“No,” he said, “I’m Canadian.”

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