I matched with a girl who had no profile picture on a dating app. Being desperate, I braced myself for the worst, but when she opened the door, she was an absolute 10/10—gorgeous hair, stunning eyes, and a perfect figure.
As we drove to dinner, I found out she was a Sunday school teacher. I lit a joint and offered her a hit.
“Oh, heavens no!” she gasped. “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”
At the restaurant, I ordered a premium bottle of wine, but she refused a glass.
“No thank you,” she said righteously. “What would I tell my Sunday school children?”
Thinking I stood zero chance with such a pure girl, I started driving her home. Passing a cheap motel, I figured I had nothing to lose and asked, “Want to get a room and fool around?”
To my absolute shock, she winked and said, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Dumbfounded, I asked, “Wait, what are you going to tell your Sunday school children?”
She smiled sweetly and replied, “The exact same thing I tell them every single week: You don’t have to drink and do drugs to have a good time!”
