It was a great date. Attractive attentive man. Nice dinner. Good conversation. We talked about our dreams and aspirations. Laughed and joked.
And then he asked me what would be his last question…
“What kind of panties are you wearing and do you think I would look good in them?”
Seriously, I can’t make up comedy this good.
One thought on “Just one question”
I need a good man to love and be there for me all my life.