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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Maybe their first actual date was an edate.
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Yeah, well... what if it was?
I just wanted all the viewers to know that I was talking about the first date my husband and I went on together (I think I even remember the date -- I know I remember the first "date" of my other relationship, as it's my ATM code for a rarely used bank account), as opposed to each of our respective first dates (ever).
Speaking of that first date (together), he was ostensibly walking me home (we had eaten at The Saloon -- I know, how cheesy -- but that was the area where we were, and there's not much around there, or at least there wasn't at the time, but I digress), but as we get to 72nd St., he says, "Where do you live, anyway?" When I inform him that I live on 104th Street, he decides he'll just see me to a cab, as that's something of a hike.
I later realized that 72nd Street was the intersection at which he decided to pipe up about the distance to my apartment, because he (that lazy sack o' crap) lived on 72nd St. Coincidence? (Actually, I know it wasn't a coincidence, because he later confessed it was -- as I suspected -- pure and simple indolence.)
