Many of the nice young ladies I have met over the years, have asked me all kinds of crazy stuff.
Like, my first ever College SB asked me: ‘David, how was dating back when you were young?’
Me: ‘Umm, well, honey, back in the stone ages we used to club our women and then drag them into our caves and have our way with them’
Her: ‘Dave, what was slang lanuage like when you were young?’
Me: ‘Oh, do you mean during the time of George Washington, or Shakespear? We used to say a lot of ‘Thou come hither to me’. That sort of language, old English, or sometimes old Irish language
Or the classic
Me: ‘Excuse me a second while I go to the mens room’
Her:’ Yes, no problem, I know old people have to go to the bathroom vey often’
What? I guess she thought I was 75 years old with an enlarged prostate! I don’t look a day over 40!
Her: ‘Dave, wine bars are for old people!’
Me: ‘Not quite! I have seen folks in their 30’s in there as well, that’s not too old. Besides, where else can we take you to get you all drunk, that’s nice and relatively quiet’