He suggested a casual afternoon stroll in the park for their first date, and she jumped at the chance. Anything to break the monotony of the local bars and the coffee shops.
But they had just taken a lap around the lake when she first smelled it, the unmistakable stench of dog excrement. And it was lingering, too. Sticking around like, well, dog excrement.
Steps later she noticed her date was now barefoot. He had somehow ditched his funky flip-flops and never broke stride.
She grinned. She had met her share of smooth guys before.
But never one this smooth…
The Weekday One Hundred 