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Lizzie’s Life, chapter 2
Sometimes I feel like Lizzie and I are competing in the Special Olympics of dating.
Remember her mystery man from the garage? Her consolation prize after her date with the Dungeonmaster?
Well, they went out. She was nervous and excited. She called me from the parking lot of the bar, ruminating about all of the things she didn’t yet know about him. I encouraged her to go in. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?
She texted me a little while later. “Disaster - he’s 20 with a fake ID.”
She still took him out to her car and made out with him. She figured she owed it to the future generation of single ladies to show him a trick or two.
Playing Mrs. Robinson to a younger man is fine, as long as he can buy you a cocktail without fear of being thrown out of the bar.
Back to the drawing board she went, to hopefully draw more than a cheaply chalked ID.
