The Not-So-Promised Land

Story Sent in by Cameron:

My first date with Addie was at a calligraphy class. It was a pretty social atmosphere and I had a good time. We made it onto the topic of travel and she said, "I've always wanted to go to the Promised Land."

I asked, "Israel?"

She gave me a funny look and said, "No. The Promised Land."

I joked, "Pakistan?"

She rolled her eyes and went back to her writing. I asked her, "Seriously, where did you mean?"

"The Promised Land," she said, "The Promised Land. You really don't know what I'm talking about?"

"India? Italy? Lesotho?" I guessed.

"Are you serious?" she asked me a final time, then blurted, "Mesopotamia!"

Oh. Hmm. "Like... Iraq?"

"Yeah! It's near Iraq. Like in the Bible. Moses and the Hittites and stuff."

"Right. The Hittites."

"Didn't you go to Sunday School?" she asked.

I hadn't, but I was reasonably sure that Mesopotamia no longer existed and that Iraq was never the Promised Land. She laughed under her breath at me for a good long while until she had her fill of my stupidity.

When we were finally done with our projects (which were supposed to be stylized renditions of our own names) she held up her card with the word "Mesopotamia!" written out. Oh, what a Mesopotamia fan she was. I hope she made it there.


  1. This gave me a chuckle. Thanks for sharing.

  2. Sorry for ya, OP, finding your date is woefully ignorant is one of the great weenie shrinkers.

    Your loss is my gain, however, and I get to endlessly revel in yet another religious person that clearly hasn't read the book underpinning hizzer faith. Yer gal there has clearly never heard of Canaan, and seems to have not bothered to read the very well defined boundaries of the "Promised Land".

    (For those of you playing at home, check the boundaries of those maps with that of Mess o 'ptomaine-ia)


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