I went on a blind date, although I knew of
him because he was my brother-in-law's friend.

If God made man in his image, in the door
walked God2. 6'4" of male perfection. He takes my
small hand in his two huge ones and says,
"You know, dating always seems to be about sex.
That's just wrong.
So let's get this out of the way.
Do you want to have sex first, then go on the date?
Or do you want to go out first, come back and have it?"

Moral of story:
The funniest guy gets the cherry.
(Not that night, of course hahahahaha)