I was asked on a date yesterday. By a 3-year-old.
"Excuse me," he said, with near perfect delivery, "Would you like to have a date? We could go to the movies."
Really, how could I say no to that? He's got a better approach than most grown men I know. "Hmmm, I guess we'll have to ask your mom if it's ok. But what movie could we see?"
"NO SCARY MOVIES!" he pretty much shouted. (Ok, the shouting thing is going to be a problem if this relationship gets serious.) But he immediately made a suggestion, "How about... Curious George?"
(Guys, take a hint from this 3-year-old. No girl wants to go on the "I don't know, what do you want to do?" date.)
"Curious George sounds good. We'll have to find out if it's still playing anywhere. Do you know how to use that Fandango thing?"
He just stared at me blankly. Obviously 3-year-olds are not Fandango's target audience, despite their little paper bag puppet customers ads. "Mommy said McDonalds is bad, but I can have it if we go on a date."
I started to worry that maybe this kid was a little too much of a Momma's boy for me. Do I really want to date someone who lets his "mommy" choose where we go to eat?
I saw his mother a few minutes later and let her know, "Your son asked me on a date."
"Oh, yeah, he's looking for a date. He went on a date with a little girl from his preschool class. They saw a movie and went to McDonalds. I won't take him to McDonalds but now he thinks if he can get another date, he can go back to McDonalds."
I've never felt so used before.