Whenever he didn't approve of the bad boys with the motorcycles whom I wanted to date, I just went out and lured some poor sucker into lying for me, a nerd who looked presentable enough to convince my dad, he then pretended to be my date and picked me up and drove me to my real date.
You know, that's pretty brilliant.
I wasn't cool enough to date boys with motorcycles. Or any boys, really.





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