Back story #1
As I have mentioned many times before, Dude has a fondness for blondes.
A couple Fridays ago, Dude was out with one of the young ladies who provides respite for my parents. She and Dude went out to eat at one of Dude’s favorite restaurants and then headed to the movies.
At the end of the night, Mom asked all the questions she typically asks: How did Dude eat? What did Dude eat? How was his mood? How did he enjoy the movie? Etc., etc.
“Well,” Dude’s helper replied, “he literally almost fell out of his chair at dinner.”
“What?!” Mom exclaimed, surprised because Dude typically doesn’t squirm around too much.
“He was craning his neck to get a better look at a cute blonde who was walking by.”
Of course he was.