The worst date I ever had was the time my mother’s boyfriend set me up with a young man.  I was about nineteen and dating no one special, so Robert thought I might enjoy meeting a young man he and my mom often bowled with.  They took me to the bowling alley and introduced me to Steven.  Steven was tall, good-looking—and missing one leg. Now, no one had bothered to tell me about the missing leg before we were introduced. I was totally taken aback.  I’m sure Steven was a nice enough guy, but I could see nothing but the empty pants leg.  Since this date took place before the advent of the cell phone (and I could have no one phone in an emergency), I bowled one and then feigned illness.

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