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Ah, but I had it in mind all along. Since the moment I met you, mi amore, I wanted to whisk you away to the Indian Village. It was a surprise, it was a date. And a good one.
Ah Lakota, the language of love - - and the yummy effect it had on me for years afterwards!!
But enough of this lovers' squabble about what and what wasn't our first date, and how much of a slut I am for putting out on the first or second (I'll grant you, it was not the third as is my current custom ... there, are you happy?) .... what about my Blast score question??
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