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i feel pretty

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i feel pretty

When you are primping for a night out or a date, do you ever sing a song? I always do. The exact same song everytime.

My buddy Titi was sitting in the hut when I stood before the mirror making sure the five o’clock shadow was just right. I started singing my song.

He stood up yelling, threatening to leave.

Weeks ago, my daughter did the same thing to me. “DAD, THAT’S NOT FUNNY”.

I will let you decide. Not much into musicals, but I always sing my favorite song from West Side Story.

“I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty
And witty
And gaaaaaay
And I pity any girl who isn’t me today.”

Thoughts anyone?

our first date

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our first date

Yes, I am talking about you and me. Our first date.

Let me warn you, I always say those three little words on a first date.

Let me begin by saying, first dates are for connecting and conversations, finding out if there is chemistry. I don’t believe in movies or Broadway shows on a first date.

It should be all about the conversation.

So, we may begin with a walk in a garden, art exhibit, museum, or book store. If I know anything about you, I will try to start the date viewing something pleasureable to you. It is a good ice breaker. I once started a date with a tom-boy lady friend by playing minature golf (me in a suit and tie, her in a little black dress).

Back to us. Of course, you and I will finally sit down for a fine dinner.

At some point during the dinner conversation, when you least expect it, I will gaze into your eyes and whisper those three little words.

“Tell me more.”

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Photo taken by me during a quiet dinner on this exotic paradise.

Betty Left Searches For Mr. Right

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Bride and groom topper on wedding cake

Betty Left Searches For Mr. Right

 

The dating world can be so harsh
For a lady searching for her knight
There was a girl named Betty Left
who wanted to find her Mr. Right

On her date with Mr. Homophone
Betty told him she adored flowers
Gentleman that he was he delivered
two large barrels of self rising flour

She agreed to date Mr. Homograph
They agreed to meet by the bank
she never imagined her date meant
please meet me by the river bank

Then Photographer Mr. Homonym
Asked if she would mind posing bare
Things got very uncomfortable when
she realized it wasn’t her teddy bear

Ready to give up on love Betty Left
met Mr. Perfect at a social function
This man had all his stuff together
So she finally wed Mr. Conjuntion