Last night I dreamed I went on a blind date, and when I arrived to meet the man, he turned out to be a four year-old boy. His mother and father were also there; I liked them very much and spoke to them most of the night. Later, his parents paid the bill and left early, and for the first time in the evening, I sat down with my date at a table for two.
"Listen," I said. "I don't think this is going to work out." (The boy looked as if he'd heard these words many times before). "I mean... you're not really that tall... and I'm super tall, you know what I mean?"
My date had a pained look on his face.
"But my mom had to pay for this," he said, and I got the feeling this wasn't the first date his mom paid for.
"You're right," I replied, "I didn't think of that; I should have chipped in."
There was silence. "Listen," I said, "If it makes you feel any better, I have every intention of sending your mother a nice bouquet of flowers tomorrow."
Suddenly my date eased up, as if everything wrong was now made right.