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Abby_Donovan: Is this an awkward silence? Are you staring at my chest? I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen next?
MarkBaynard: We get to know each other. Isn’t that what people do on first dates?
Abby_Donovan: I’ve always heard you’ll never have more in common than you do on your first date. Especially if you get married later.
MarkBaynard: I can vouch for that. As can my ex. So … toilet paper … over or under?
Abby_Donovan: I was a staunch “over” until I got up one night and Buffy had unrolled the entire roll with her paws. Ginger or Mary Ann?
MarkBaynard: Oh, definitely Mary Ann. Everybody knows those wholesome, corn-fed Kansas farm girls are easy.
Abby_Donovan: I’m betting you’re a big Dorothy Gale fan.
MarkBaynard: I always preferred the Wicked Witch of the West myself. So passionate. So misunderstood. So green.
Abby_Donovan: What’s not to love about a woman willing to kill for a fabulous pair of shoes? Yankees or Red Sox?
MarkBaynard: Braves. I’m from Oxford, Mississippi, not Oxford, Connecticut. Gilligan or the Skipper?
Abby_Donovan: Thurston Howell III. Any man with that much money can call me “Lovey” and eat crackers in my bed all night long. Dorothy, Blanche, or Rose?
MarkBaynard: Sofia. Betty White will always be da bomb but I like a woman with experience. Angel or Spike?
Abby_Donovan: Spike. I never could resist a jerk with a Billy Idol complex, a Brit accent and a snarky sense of humor.
MarkBaynard: Whew! That’s a relief. At least the jerk part.
Abby_Donovan: Best song of all time?
MarkBaynard: That’s an easy one. The Who’s “Baba O’Riley.”
Abby_Donovan: Oh, I don’t think so. That would be discounting the seminal influence on the pop/rock genre of David Cassidy’s “I Think I Love You.”
MarkBaynard: Do you?
Abby_Donovan: What?
MarkBaynard: Think you love me?
Abby_Donovan: Don’t be impertinent. I’m not even sure I like you yet. Ah … here comes the food! The fresh tomatoes & rosemary smell incredible!
MarkBaynard: Shall we share a noodle like Lady and her Tramp?
Abby_Donovan: Not unless you want to get stabbed in the throat with a fork.
MarkBaynard: You’re such an incurable romantic! (Dodging the serrated edge of yr bread knife, I reach over & gently tuck a strand of hair behind yr ear.)
MarkBaynard: Abby?
MarkBaynard: Abby? Did my charms sweep you off your feet or did a power surge knock you off the Internet?
Abby_Donovan: You caught me off guard. I think I might be blushing.
MarkBaynard: If you want me to keep my hands to myself, I will. I won’t even lean over and lick the dab of marinara sauce from the corner of your mouth.
Abby_Donovan: Good. Because I don’t believe in licking on the first date. Wait … did that sound as bad as I think it did?
MarkBaynard: Worse. Now I’m blushing.
Abby_Donovan: Perhaps we should just move on to the dessert course.
MarkBaynard: Cannoli, biscotti, or tiramasu?
Abby_Donovan: Mmm … cannoli.
MarkBaynard: The waiter wants to know if you’d like your cannoli dipped in chocolate.
Abby_Donovan: If I said that to you, it would sound really dirty.
MarkBaynard: Everything you say sounds dirty to me.
Abby Donovan: What I’d really like is a box of nice hot Krispy Kreme donuts.
MarkBaynard: Now you’re just being a tease. Because I’d never be able to resist licking that glaze from the corner of your mouth.
Abby_Donovan: Or the bottom of the box.
MarkBaynard: Or the bottom of your shoe.
Abby_Donovan: Foot fetishist?
MarkBaynard: No … Krispy Kreme fetishist.
Abby_Donovan: Sigh … I may be falling in love with you after all.
MarkBaynard: If that’s all it took, you just might be easier than Mary Ann. Or Ginger.
Abby_Donovan: Like everyone didn’t know Ginger was diddling the Professor! That’s why he never fixed the radio. He didn’t want to get off that island.
MarkBaynard: If you could take one book on your 3-hour tour, what would it be?
Abby_Donovan: Peter S.
Abby_Donovan: Is this an awkward silence? Are you staring at my chest? I’m not sure what’s supposed to happen next?
MarkBaynard: We get to know each other. Isn’t that what people do on first dates?
Abby_Donovan: I’ve always heard you’ll never have more in common than you do on your first date. Especially if you get married later.
MarkBaynard: I can vouch for that. As can my ex. So … toilet paper … over or under?
Abby_Donovan: I was a staunch “over” until I got up one night and Buffy had unrolled the entire roll with her paws. Ginger or Mary Ann?
MarkBaynard: Oh, definitely Mary Ann. Everybody knows those wholesome, corn-fed Kansas farm girls are easy.
Abby_Donovan: I’m betting you’re a big Dorothy Gale fan.
MarkBaynard: I always preferred the Wicked Witch of the West myself. So passionate. So misunderstood. So green.
Abby_Donovan: What’s not to love about a woman willing to kill for a fabulous pair of shoes? Yankees or Red Sox?
MarkBaynard: Braves. I’m from Oxford, Mississippi, not Oxford, Connecticut. Gilligan or the Skipper?
Abby_Donovan: Thurston Howell III. Any man with that much money can call me “Lovey” and eat crackers in my bed all night long. Dorothy, Blanche, or Rose?
MarkBaynard: Sofia. Betty White will always be da bomb but I like a woman with experience. Angel or Spike?
Abby_Donovan: Spike. I never could resist a jerk with a Billy Idol complex, a Brit accent and a snarky sense of humor.
MarkBaynard: Whew! That’s a relief. At least the jerk part.
Abby_Donovan: Best song of all time?
MarkBaynard: That’s an easy one. The Who’s “Baba O’Riley.”
Abby_Donovan: Oh, I don’t think so. That would be discounting the seminal influence on the pop/rock genre of David Cassidy’s “I Think I Love You.”
MarkBaynard: Do you?
Abby_Donovan: What?
MarkBaynard: Think you love me?
Abby_Donovan: Don’t be impertinent. I’m not even sure I like you yet. Ah … here comes the food! The fresh tomatoes & rosemary smell incredible!
MarkBaynard: Shall we share a noodle like Lady and her Tramp?
Abby_Donovan: Not unless you want to get stabbed in the throat with a fork.
MarkBaynard: You’re such an incurable romantic! (Dodging the serrated edge of yr bread knife, I reach over & gently tuck a strand of hair behind yr ear.)
MarkBaynard: Abby?
MarkBaynard: Abby? Did my charms sweep you off your feet or did a power surge knock you off the Internet?
Abby_Donovan: You caught me off guard. I think I might be blushing.
MarkBaynard: If you want me to keep my hands to myself, I will. I won’t even lean over and lick the dab of marinara sauce from the corner of your mouth.
Abby_Donovan: Good. Because I don’t believe in licking on the first date. Wait … did that sound as bad as I think it did?
MarkBaynard: Worse. Now I’m blushing.
Abby_Donovan: Perhaps we should just move on to the dessert course.
MarkBaynard: Cannoli, biscotti, or tiramasu?
Abby_Donovan: Mmm … cannoli.
MarkBaynard: The waiter wants to know if you’d like your cannoli dipped in chocolate.
Abby_Donovan: If I said that to you, it would sound really dirty.
MarkBaynard: Everything you say sounds dirty to me.
Abby Donovan: What I’d really like is a box of nice hot Krispy Kreme donuts.
MarkBaynard: Now you’re just being a tease. Because I’d never be able to resist licking that glaze from the corner of your mouth.
Abby_Donovan: Or the bottom of the box.
MarkBaynard: Or the bottom of your shoe.
Abby_Donovan: Foot fetishist?
MarkBaynard: No … Krispy Kreme fetishist.
Abby_Donovan: Sigh … I may be falling in love with you after all.
MarkBaynard: If that’s all it took, you just might be easier than Mary Ann. Or Ginger.
Abby_Donovan: Like everyone didn’t know Ginger was diddling the Professor! That’s why he never fixed the radio. He didn’t want to get off that island.
MarkBaynard: If you could take one book on your 3-hour tour, what would it be?
Abby_Donovan: Peter S.
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