His Magical Powers
Many years ago, I was set up on a blind date. When I first met him, he showed up in jeans and no shirt. It was a warm summer night, so I thought, "Well, okay," but things got worse, much, much worse. He took me to the local county fair. After walking and talking to him a while, I noticed he had the maturity of a twelve-year-old. The final straw came when we got on a carnival ride together. He told me, as we were being seated into the ride, that when we took off into the air it would be his magical powers that were doing it. I never saw him again after that night.
— Virginia, 44