Story Sent in by Dennis:

Geneva arrived for our date wearing a necklace with the strangest pendant I've ever seen: it was a large, heart-shaped picture frame bearing a photo of Ryan Phillippe.

I asked, "Ryan Phillippe fan?"

She said, "You have no idea. I want him for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and for my between-meal snack."

I asked, "What's he been in, lately?"

She rattled off a list of films I hadn't seen, much less heard of.

"Were they any good?" I asked.

"Duh. Ryan was in them. I'm going to marry him, someday."

I asked her, "So where does that leave me?"

She said, "Don't know, don't care. I'm marrying Ryan. Any guy I wind up with has to be okay with that."

Geneva was a 30-year-old. We didn't go out again.


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