"The Third Date Rule"
Eight years ago today, my wife and I had our third date. She came over to my apartment for the very first time and I made dinner. Not a bad night.
These five books, all about serial killers, were on the top shelf of my bookcase. As I made dinner, I noticed her checking out my books. Who knows what she must have been thinking about this nice, quiet guy with an interest in serial killers that she barely knew.
Can't believe I got a fourth date. She probably couldn't believe she'd make it out of the apartment alive.
I'm one smooth operator.
1 comment:
Holy dung, you must be a smooth operator. Or else she's the bravest woman ever.
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