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-chuckles-
My first real 'date' was my freshmen year homecoming, with a guy who was a junior. My aunt is the family photographer- she has a camera glued to her hand, I swear.
Anyway, so she comes over to my dad's house while I'm ready and waiting for him, and she brings my 9 year old half brother with her. On the way, she coached him nicely.
My dad is rather shy, and was pretty much beet red through the whole introduction, until we got to Kenny, my brother. He promptly stood up, looked the guy in the eye, and asked, "So, what exactly are your intentions with my sister?"
My dad lost it, I must have been the shade of a turnip, and my date's mouth was hanging on the floor.
Great start to my dating career.
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