“You’re filling in for Madeline, remember? And Madeline’s profile specifically said how much she liked porno theatres, so that’s where we’re...going.”That shut me up. I’d made Madeline’s profile in ten minutes flat, trying to come up with stuff that would get Dennis interested. A porn theatre sounded exactly like the kind of thing I would write, and Dennis had obviously spent way more time poring over the profile than I’d spent writing it.I decided to let go, and just sink into the date. I was. Sara and her dad we neckand neck the whole time. They were both 11 squares away from the blacksquare. Bev and I were way behind. Jim rolled a 5 and landed on an artquestion.Sara picked up a question card. "This is it, Dad. This is for thevictory. What famous technique did DaVinci use in The Mona Lisa." I know this! I remember this from that BS Art history class I took incollege. Sfumato!" Crap. That's correct." Oh, yeah. Only six spaces from the win," Jim said victoriously. Hegrabbed the dice. ."So, tell me, Gabriella. What in the world am I supposed to do now? I mean, given that I'm still a guy up here in this head of mine, there's no way I'm cut out to be anybody's girlfriend. Oops, let me qualify that by saying that I'm not cut out to be any 'guy's' girlfriend..." The answer to your problem is simple," Gabriella said as she reached over and compassionately enfolded Karen's hands in hers. "You just need to be honest and up front with him. You tell him that while you value his. I went before the schedule time and looking here and there for eye freshener nothing but girls, aunties especially pink lips. Suddenly I seen awesome burqa worn my middle aged aunty, firstly I thought it’s not correct to watch/stare at her but I can’t controlled myself and taken a chance. I just followed her like hutch dog with music in my mobile; she observed me for few times but not completely, seems she is waiting for someone may be her husband or friends.For next 15 minutes I followed her.