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Jolene was a beautiful single mother of a little boy of three. I had watched her for a long while as she lived next door. I finally got up my nerve and asked her out. She told me she would cook for me instead as she couldn’t afford a babysitter. I was fine with that. On the night we set, I showed up with flowers, which she just threw on a table. She then served me hot dogs and fruit punch. No, they weren’t meant for her son because he was sleeping already. She continually yelled at me for being too loud and said I was going to wake up the baby. However, she was twice as loud. In the middle of all the chaos, she got a phone call and left me to go outside and talk for forty-five minutes. I was happy to escape out of there. -- Noah, 25