First Date -Part 2/4
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The morning of the night arrived. One more try. It worked. ‘Ah! How long will the gardening take?’ a sleepy-eyed number one son mumbled! The bait had been cast. And the Neanderthal teenage male was hungry, at last. I still had my edge!
‘Ah, I have to go to church tonight’ and, ‘That’s not the best part!’, I’m told, by which time I could not contain my laughter.
Around five thirty, half an hour before ‘Dad’ was to arrive with his darling daughter, to be transferred to the care of our darling son, M-G-W asked ‘Have you told him to open (and close) the car door for Jo?’ I mean, how come I won the job? I have never been consulted on any other matter. And with hormones in full flight why was he going to take any notice of me tonight? I dragged myself out of my comfy chair and wandered into this room where he was calming his nerves playing soccer on his computer.
No-one asked about my nerves! The thought of a pretty girl being taken care of by my male chauvinist son was tearing at my gut. He could not appreciate the beauty and gentleness of this girl. Mind you I had only seen her on one or two occasions but I truly feared for her ‘health and wellbeing’ keeping company with my son. Cavemen are not known for their appreciation of the fairer sex.
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