I know what the right thing to do is. I went to Sunday School. I just don't want to do it. Young L says, "You should be open and honest." (That's the right thing to do for those who are unaware.) Keno says, "Naw. Play games."
Keno; outside Charlie's Kitchen wearing my glasses. I am sporting his Ray-Ban Wayfarer eyeglasses; an item that sparked introduction, trade and opinion.
Let the games begin.
#1 "I'm really busy and I want to focus on my career."
#2 Talk about settling down and getting married.
#3 "I have (insert scary std here)."
#4 "I'm pregnant with an ex's baby. Any ex. Anyone's ex."
Whoa! That's probably the best excuse I've ever heard!
Thanks, John. In this scenario, two persons looking to leave their lovers can benefit.
How about we join forces and with our fake love child we can both sneak away from our respective suitors?
Sweet! You'll whisk me away to your homeland to raise and nurture our fake baby. We'll never have to see these paramours again!
Have you eaten salmon for breakfast lunch and dinner? You will once we move back to Aniak to raise the little one. Also you'll be able to buy your dresses from the same place you get your groceries and hunting rifles, how convenient.
John; wearing his niece's stolen Inuit birthright. Hand-sewn, this garment's large front pouch provides storage for freshly-picked berries.
#5 "I just got doored by a car and had to go to the ER." This is an excellent and believable way of canceling date plans AND it rhymes. If this situation in fact does come true, sympathy and a cane are to be gained.
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After days of hypothesizing alternative solutions, I told the truth. While honesty was certainly more direct and efficient, I never would have learned so much about dating and Alaskan village culture.
(Numbers 6-50 to be determined.)
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