When the check came, it lay on the table as if it had cement shoes, manacles and anthrax. It was ringing a bell and shouting, “Unclean! Unclean!” I finally realized that he wasn’t going to pick it up. Those darn California women had ruined him. Good grief. Write this guy off. No second date, that’s for sure. California women might have ruined him, but southern men had ruined me. Even on blind dates in Memphis, The Man Pays. Period.
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