Him: So the trail by the rapids is right here.
Me: A third of a mile?? (Thinking: this date is going to be over in ten minutes!)
Him: That’s the shortest.
Me: When I said I wouldn’t be up for much? I was thinking less than five miles.
(Thank goodness we only did about three so I didn’t wimp out.)
Him: I’m never going live that down, am I?
Me: Nope. We HAVE to get married now. And have a big family so the grand kids can gather round to hear the story of how Grandpa turned down Grandma’s offer to get him a hooker.
(Also? I informed this gentleman that my bark is worse than my bite. Evidently I am a fifth grade gym teacher now…)
Edited on 3/27/12 to add that in re-reading this for major site revision I’ve categorized this in “Take A Hike” How cool is it that Tom and my fourth date was a hike?