Hi Squinney,
Ya never know how these things can work out. I took a girl out once and while I was waiting for her to get ready, her mom let me play her old Gibson acoustic guitar. I came home that night from the date and wrote the girl a cheesy but sincere love song.
Twenty-eight years later, both the young lady and the guitar share this house with me, and both are healthier and happier than ever, as am I.
And for the record, I have almost no hair and know only about a half dozen French words, but I can fry a mean egg and I'm not embarrassed to buy tampons.
