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9 1/2 Dates - An Ode to Friday Night | Musings of Laura Bock
1: We went out for Mexican food. He got more salsa on his white shirt than in his mouth. I sunk deep into my chair from embarrassment when he farted loudly, laughed and said, “That means the food is good here! My compliments to the chef!” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I never went back to that restaurant again. 2: I went for a ride on his motorcycle (not a Harley to my dismay). We ended up at a park and started making out on…