Let Us Eat Some Play Dough

Let’s eat some Playdough he says. I had heard he was a fun date, but this was beyond fun. Pretending to go along with it I ask, “What color?” Red or Blue, he says. I only have green and pink, I tell him. He acts disappointed. Says he has to go. His mother picks him up. I call my girlfriend. Where do you say he lives? At home. With his mother? With both parents. Has he ever moved out? Not that I know of. This is the last time I let her set me up with a fun forty-eight-year-old.