The School Dance and .... GEORGE.

There were 2 obstacles between me and the school dance. Finding a dress… Not so hard. But finding a date… Hmmmmm Challenging!

I had to be ruthless…Most of the boys I know are either - Too tall. Too short. Too smart. Too boring. Too ugly, Too young. Too old. Too tough. Too much! Hmmmm, but George…not so bad. Or so I thought! When he arrived to pick me up he looked like…like…

"Oh my gosh, was anyone else hurt in the accident?"

And then…in the car… George was….well…somebody else. For example...

"You must be Jamaican. Because you're Jamaican me crazy!"

Say what! and then...

"You must be a parking ticket…because you’ve got fine, fine, fine written all over you!"

Pllleaseee! Or...

"Are your legs tired…because you’ve been running through my mind all day"

....Yeah I was looking for a brain cell!! Thankfully, George could dance… From the neck up! He moved like Barney after a hip replacement!

But you know…we still had one thing in common…

"Hello... Welcome to McDonald’s may take your order please?"

Yeah I could get to like George, ......but....then he said ....

"You know if you were a burger here…you’d be a McGorgeous!"

NOT!!

Ahhh bite me!