by Roger Fritz, 5-20-00
Hi. My name is Rebecca. I'm thirty five. That's the perfect age to be a dater. I can date men from eighteen to eighty. I have an average of eight dates a month. I usually keep about five or six men. Sometimes I have a drought for a few months and get down to one or two. The men don't know about each other, except for number one. He knows because I told him he was moving from number three to number one. I only sleep with number one. I want to get married eventually, of course, but I like dating. It's fun.
Just to tell you what my life is like, let me tell you a recent story. It was Saturday night. Two guys called me up and asked me out. So I told them both to meet me at a theater. I told them my girlfriend would be coming along, so there I was, sitting in the movie between two guys, and my girlfriend was sitting at the end of the row. A really cute guy came in and sat right in front of my girlfriend. She tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to move. He moved right in front of me. So I tapped him on the shoulder and told him he was really cute. He had a foreign accent. After the movie I got my girlfriend to trap the two guys, and I ran after the cute guy. I told him I don't usually do this, but if you're ever in the city again, maybe we could go out. "Well, what are you doing tonight?" he asked, so I ran back and told my girlfriend and the two guys that I was sick, and I had to go home. Then I ran back to my foreign guy. It turned out he was from Australia. "Oh, boy!" I thought. "I get to go to the Olympics."
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