He had deep AND dark blue eyes (both deep and dark is a good sign) and was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His name was classy, and my mom was perfectly hippy-ish and hot. The perfect mix. She said they went from activity after activity and it just kept getting better.
It ended with the two of them sitting in his car, listening to Joni Mitchell and eating apples. She said they stayed up talking until 2 or 3am. They "may" have even kissed.
I have always hated Joni Mitchell. I used to take my moms albums of hers and hide them. I still remember fearing that grey cover of the CD with her freckled face and straight hair staring at me.
It wasn't until I heard this "Perfect Date" story and I decided I loved Joni. My mother was laughing, and giggling and smiling, and blinking, and sighing during her whole rendition of a past memory that it turned me onto Joni Mitchell like I couldn't believe. This precious moment of my mom's past life was beautiful to hear and now.. I am a sworn Joni FAN! Now, here is my Social media plug in: Listening to JM, I have felt compelled to write on my moms facebook wall for everyone to see and make her smile with my coy comment about Joni Mitchell and Apples.
ps... this dark stranger is not my dad.
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