My first date with Candy is a good illustration of the kind of women attracted to me. For my part I felt I owed it to myself to pursue her as she was a model and on a scale of ten was a 9 in my ranking. However, all the qualities that made up her beauty came at the expense of her intelligence, and would fully justify all the things related about blondes were she not a red-head.
Anyway, we went to the Polish community centre as it sold alcohol at the cheapest rate in the North end. There I was met by some unkempt gentleman who appeared to have been hastily assembled in some dingy laboratory…
