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Skeet Shooting is a Bad Date Idea
Rachel's word to the wise: don't shoot things on dates and cage your Inner-Alpha.
PULLLLLLLL!
It was “Take Our Son to Work” week and boy did Sin get a kick out of watching Mommy and Daddy do what we do best -- find people love. Now that our little man is the Big 3, he is in full-force preschool mode. It went from the infamous “Terrible Twos” to the “Independent, I Do What I Want and You Can’t Stop Me Threes.” Let’s just say I thought matching up crazy millionaires was tough work, but it ain’t got nothing on a toddler with attitude! Anyhow, isn’t he just the cutest boy ever? Ok, I’m his mom and I’m biased.
It was a double header of estrogen with women millionaires this week. Normally this makes us all want to run for the hills. However, Shonda and Angela were quite tame, unlike the usual lady beasts we have. Shonda is as sweet as can be and Angela with her Alpha-attitude’s bark is worse than her bite. Hallelujah!
After our manhunt we found the perfect six gentlemen for our millionaire-esses to choose from, including Angela’s slick ex-husband. The dinner seemed to go well until Gage decided to get up in Angela’s face, asking her about her vajayjay and such. Does anyone out there ever listen to us?! Guys, if you think asking a girl about her pet names for her hoo-haw is the way to a girl’s heart, you might as well plan on being alone, whittling on a porch forever, right now.
Angela went out of her comfort zone and chose the ever-sweet Jeff. Jeff took them skeet shooting, which, I don’t know about you girls out there, but that is not my idea of a romantic date. I suppose in the land of competitive females it works, but nothing says romantic to me when you’re shooting things. Then the dinner seemed to fizzle with Angela controlling the date, but then Jeff made a comeback with asking her to dance to that cheesy synth-playing guy. Let’s focus on that guy shall we? Who let that guy in the door? He reminded me of a bad '80s wedding singer. Angela and Jeff did a jig or two and said their farewell. Ok, so it wasn’t love, but unless Angela can cage her “Monica” and release her “Phoebe,” then she is going to have a hard time. Jeff, stay sweet: there’s a sweet girl out there for you! Synth-guy, well, keep on rockin’ -- just do it somewhere else!
