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From him:
We received this:
She answered my classified ad, and we actually talked on the phone for half an hour before we ever met. We have the same sense of humor and that came through early on. She showed up for our date in a mini dress and looked really hot. I bought her champagne, even though I had sixteen other women to date and I usually only bought coffee. I came across my notes on all the women and for her I wrote “Nice smile, blue eyes, great legs. Sweet.” She stood out. I call her Bijou which means jewel in French.
We wrote this:
Before we even had a date, we talked for half an hour
Knowing how I hate the phone, you had me in your power
You showed up in a mini skirt and silky pantyhose
(Your legs distracted me completely from your other clothes)
Again, you made it easy to sit and shoot the breeze
The champagne might have helped a bit, and ogling your knees
You told me all about yourself, and later I wrote down
“The cutest smile, the bluest eyes, the sweetest girl around”
I kept the other dates I made but none was half as great
It may have seemed quite insincere, just how I made you wait
But all along I knew deep down that you were made for me
Sincerely, you’re my number one for all eternity.
From her:
We received this:
We met on a blind date at Max’s Opera Café. He was tall, handsome and wearing a well-worn leather jacket. I had answered his classified ad, but so had sixteen other women. There was a lot of competition, but I must have done something right because he bought me two glasses of champagne that night, and I heard later that all the other girls just got coffee. Now we have been married twelve years and we have three kids and he is a great husband and dad. I call him Doody.
We wrote this:
The night we met at Max’s you wore your leather jacket
We had champagne (two glasses) and made a jolly racket
I laughed at all your punch lines and sat a little closer
I knew that night I met you, I’d find none better, no sir.
But I was number six or seven, out of seventeen
Who’d answered your intriguing ad, who chose you, sight unseen
The line went down the sidewalk, as each girl took a number
And I just sat and waited, while you, somewhat encumbered,
Met every young respondent, each keen to win your heart
Until, at last, you knew for sure what I knew from the start
The Fates brought me that paper, that tiny little ad
My first choice for a husband; the planet’s greatest dad.
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