I matched with someone on a dating app who had no profile picture. Intrigued, I took a chance and met her. She was stunning: 5’2″, baby blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair, and all the right curves. She taught Sunday school, which was new for me.
On the drive to dinner, I lit a cigarette and offered her one. “Oh, heavens no,” she said, “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”
At the restaurant, I ordered steak and a pricey bottle of wine; she got lobster but declined a glass. “You don’t drink?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Oh, heavens no, what would I tell my Sunday school children?”
Dinner was great, but she was hard to read. On the way home, I passed a motel and jokingly asked, “Want to get a room and fool around?”
She winked and said, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Surprised, I teased, “What are you going to tell your Sunday school children?”
She grinned and replied, “The same thing I tell them every week: You don’t have to smoke or drink to have a good time!”
