shh don't tell.

I went on a date yesterday.
With a charming young man by the name of Flat Stanley. He is quite the charmer, let me tell you. Inviting me to a French film, you can't get anymore classy. Ben should be worried. Very worried.

Alright, let me give you the dirty scoop. My nephew sent Stanley to me for me to show him around the state and see the sights. He's got a head of strawberry blonde hair and deep-set blue eyes and a mouth full of teeth forever in a wide grin. Quite a catch. Caught my eye, I will admit.

Before the movie, I donned an evening cocktail gown similar to this:


me: What do you think?
Stanley: ...
me: Speechless, eh? Oh, you.
Stanley: ...

During the movie, Le Papillon (highly recommended), the little devil made a snatch for my hand!

me: You charmer!
Stanley: ...

After the movie, we went to a cute cafe. Very tres chic. he knows how to impress a young lady, lemme tell you.


Haha, alright. So maybe we didn't go to a cafe and Flat Stanley is a drawn man on paper and he didn't hold my hand during a French Film (and possibly he spent that time in mum's purse). Just maybe?