Reproduction (reproduction!)

Me: well, my date flaked.

Sancho: again?

Me: first time she flaked was only semi-plans if her existing plans fell through. tonight was actual flaking.

Sancho: ok, kill her next

Me: no. see, this is a lady. as a heterosexual male, I'm obligated to try and coat her with flower pollen. unless I seriously misconstrued those health class filmstrips.

Sancho: see, i think that's flowers...or bees...

Me: are you sure?

Sancho: maybe zombies

Me: no, zombies do that biting thing.

Sancho: oh..oh yeah. ok, yeah, that's flowers

Me: what the hell am I supposed to do with women then? because before the pollen parts,it's all malt shops and drive-ins.

Sancho: well young man, once we get you out of the 50's and knowing you're a homosapien, then we can move on

Me: man. it's awesome here in the 50's. there's acceptable sexism and we live in blissful ignorance of racial tension. also, commies.