DON’T BLAME ME, BLAME MADDAD

A man was dining alone in a fancy restaurant and there was a gorgeous redhead sitting on her own at the next table. He had been checking her out since he sat down, but lacked the nerve to talk with her.

Suddenly she sneezed, and her glass eye came flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reached out, grabbed it out of the air, and handed it back.

'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman said, as she popped her eye back in place. 'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you.'

They enjoyed a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they went to the theatre, followed by drinks. They talked, they laughed, she shared her deepest dreams and he shared his.

After paying for everything, she asked him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.

The next morning he cooked a gourmet breakfast with all the trimmings. The guy was amazed. Everything had been so incredible!

'You know,' he said, 'You are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?'

'No,' she replies. 'You just happened to catch my eye.'

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DON’T BLAME ME, BLAME MADDAD — 3 Comments

  1. Aw. Sometimes—once in a blue moon?—MadDad can be a romantic sap. [He may, briefly, be let out on parole. ;-/]