It Starts

DJ asks: How old were you when you had your first boyfriend? And who was it? If his name was Joe or Bob, I’m gonna laugh.
Me: [snicker, snicker] I was 15 years old.
DJ: 15! That’s old!
Me: That’s not old! His name was Marlo and he lived in my neighborhood. He had a sweet temperament.
DJ: Do you think I would have approved?
Me: Yes
DJ: Do you think if you could have dated earlier, you would have?
Me: Alright, what’s the real question here? Did you have council in school today? Do you want to know when you can start dating?
DJ: [offended] No,… I just want to know.
Me: Hmm… okay. Yes, if I had the opportunity to date earlier [we’ll get into the ugly duckling story at a later date] I would have, but I don’t think my parents would have allowed it.
So, let’s go over the reason for dating. Do you remember?
DJ: to find a mate.
Me: And if it is not a match?
DJ: Chuck it…out the window.
Both bellow with laughter… imagine Lisa and Bart Simpson.