A long, long time ago, in the City of Iowa, lived a man. Named Mike. Who frequently wrote in sentence fragments. But not always. One day in November, his friend Tom came up to him and asked:
- So, Mike, are you...uh...seeing anyone?
- Nope.
- But you're not opposed to seeing people.
- Nope.
- 'Cause Rachel has this friend, and--no pressure or anything--we were wondering if, you know, you might want to go out, or something.
- Sure.
- Great! How do you want to do it? Maybe a double date, you know--take the pressure off?
- Sounds good.
- Okay, well I'll let Rachel know. Oh, her friend is named Karen!
- Great. Looking forward to it.
Several weeks later, Mike and Karen were dating. Several months later, she met his parents. Nearly a year later, he gave her a ring--sort of. But that is a story for another night.
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