It’s Thursday night and I’m on a second date. I really like him. As in WOW! He’s ridiculously handsome and has the most charming manners. Makes me feel as if I’m in a movie. (They don’t make them like that any more. This is old New York style.) Until the waitress delivers an incorrect order, apologizes and takes care of it. He looks at me, shivers and says:

Him: No chin

Me: What?

Him: People with no chin. They’re useless.

Me: What do you mean?

Him: No-chinners. They’re weak. Worthless.

Me: Oh… What if I had a small chin? Would I be worthless?

Him: I don’t know. You wouldn’t be here.

Me: You’re lucky you have an ass.