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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I had a date (not a great date but a date)! Could our covid nightmare be ending? An actual one-on-one date - can you imagine? It was with Noud, a university student (from Holland) I met a couple of weeks ago. Noud, to be accurate, is a man. He’s 22 and I’m 17 (18 in 3 months). My mom was skeptical but we’ve been around Noud and he seemed pretty nice. It wasn’t like I was infatuated with him, this was a practice date. I hadn’t been on many one-on-one dates before this (5). I was thinking my 17th year was gonna be a breakout year for dating - but NOT. The over-a-year pandemic lock-down put an end to that. Anyway, here’s a date tip for older guys: if you’re sincere about something - say “sustainability” - don’t talk about it at dinner - all dinner. In fact, if you’re an intense, serious person - on any subject - take that secret to your grave. We had dinner - that we picked up and picnicked with. After dinner, things went all WWE. Once we were back in his car, it was as if I became a birthday present he’d been waiting months to open. He pressed in like that was an established, almost impersonal fact. For someone claiming to be interested in “sustainability”, he moved to the chest massage - skirt-search portion of the festivities pretty quickly. and that didn’t really work for me. At one point, wrestling in his tiny electric car - which pitched like a rowboat in an angry sea - I felt his tongue in my eyebrows… yeah, my eyebrows. “What are you DOING?”, I asked, digging my heals into the floorboard to gain enough leverage to push him away and wiping my face with my sleeve. “You taste good,” he said (hear it with a slight Arnold Schwarzenegger accent). “I’m NOT a gelato,” I complained, while maintaining a stiff-arm. Hey, it was a long lock-down year - we’ve all missed dating, we’re all out of practice and maybe some are trying too hard - I get that. This isn’t a “metoo” story - Noud took “no” for “NO” once I went to my big, “dog command voice,” but *sigh* Noud will NOT be getting a rematch.
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