Me: So, I have a date on Wednesday night. At a place with tablecloths. There might also be candles.
Dad: There are supposed to tablecloths and candles.
Me: Well, you know, I don’t like to be that girl.
Me: But I have to say, I like this better so far. Usually the boys I date are less, “how about dinner on Wednesday?” and more “so, I’ll call you when I get out of Kinkos, if I’m not too high.”
Dad: (Dryly.) Dare to dream, Peaches.