Monday, January 2, 2012


     “You grew up in Denver, too?” asked Tyler. “I can’t believe how much we have in common.”
     “I know. It’s uncanny,” said Christine. She reached out and held his hand as they strolled through the park. “Tell me, what’s your favorite cereal?”
     Tyler’s heart beat hard when he felt her touch. “I’d have to say… Honey Comb.”
     “Me too!”
     “No way!” he said. “Okay, what’s your favorite movie?”
     She answered without hesitation. “Definitely Clash of the Titans, and not the remake.”
     Tyler stopped in his tracks. “That’s my favorite movie. Always has been. This is unbelievable!”
     “Okay, I’ve got one,” she said, bouncing with glee. “Who’s your favorite President?”
     Tyler faced her and took her other hand, too. “Without a doubt, Woodrow Wilson.”
     Christine’s face dropped. “Oh, really? Well, um… mine is Andrew Jackson.”
     “Ah… I see.” Tyler let go of her hands. He didn’t know what else to say.
     The rest of the date was very awkward for both.

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