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His First Date

Tonight we saw our son off on his maiden voyage first date. Personally, I don't believe he should be dating until he's twenty, but that's just me. Tonight was the homecoming dance at his high school.

I was informed that he needed a tux on Wednesday. Dance on Saturday. Riiight. That was happening. We met in the middle by buying him his first suit. (Alms for the poor.....alms for the poor)

So Thursday evening he and I set out in search of a suit. Today, the very day of the dance, we asked him if he'd thought about a corsage. Of course not! He's only human, why were we putting so much pressure on him? He didn't even want to go! He could have mentioned that before the big bucks were shelled out for the suit, shirt, tie, socks, belt and shoes, but nooooooooo.

Hubby and I drove him over to the girl's house. Actually he drove us, so as to, you know, look cooler.

Here they are. The clueless couple happy couple.
"Hey, what are these things?"

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Corsages? Oh look! They come out of the little boxes!

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"I can do this! Of course I can!" "Hey! Don't poke me with that pin!"
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"Mommy! Help!"
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Mommy to the rescue!
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The happy couple.
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And now we wait for him to come home.

Comments

  1. Anonymous2:22 AM

    You did too much for him. Took all the fun away.
    I hope, at least, that you had the good grace to allow him to buy his own condoms.

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  2. He does read this, doesn't he?

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  3. vicus, I'd whap you upside the head if I could reach you right now.

    And yes Richard, he does read this and he'd laugh. Except at vicus' comments. He'd probably want to whap him as well.

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  4. Anonymous10:55 AM

    He can whap me, but only if he was wearing a condom.
    Wanders off to see what "whap" means.

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  5. It means smacking you upside the head as hard as I can. No condoms necessary for whappings, I can assure you.

    My son was a perfect gentleman.

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  6. Anonymous1:10 PM

    Never mind, let's hope he gets lucky next time.

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  7. I think Pamela means she wants to blaps you upside da head. For a similar experience, go into any bar in Aldershot on a Saturday night and ask when the ship got in.

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  8. Ahhh young love-ishness...did he make curfew?

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  9. Btw, the young lady did look extremely nice although I was unable to enlarge the pictures to check this. Do keep her away from Tom

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  10. Pammy, tell your boy he's pulled a pretty one there, and to treat her nice, she looks sweet.
    Pammy, you and your sweet american ways - let your kids fly babe, they come out of you guys, they'll be fine.

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  11. What a cute couple!

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  12. Uh, Yikes on Vicus' comments. :)

    Cute pics... and I agree - if my son ventures out on his first date sometime into his 20s, I'll be just fine with that.

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  13. that is a nice looking couple there!
    my daughters first prom date was with a mattress. i swear to you, this guy looked like a matteress with a necktie. great pix. sigh.

    how are you other kiddoes doing?

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