First Date
This is me at seventeen.
I am going on my first date.
In front of my house, I sat on his hip.
He kissed me softly on the lips.
We talked for hours.
My first date is in the old ages.
We are courting.
I was nineteen and carefree, when I saw him.
He came through an ally, said howdy, and asked me who my boyfriend was.
I responded that I did not have one.
Thus, asking was he attracted.
He begin to do the woo woo song before it was on radio and this was quite funny.
We started spending time with each other.
This is my first date.
The aphorism of this all is a two year gap with irony beginning that it took me two years to get pregnant.
My first date is my baby’s daddy.
Marry whom?
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