One of my dates ended with him pulling a dum dum out of his pocket, handing it to me and saying,
“This is for you. At least now you can say you sucked on something this evening.”
You know, I wasn’t even insulted. I gladly took his delicious little gift.
As a matter of fact, it all seemed a little rehearsed to me.
I would have to say that this man had probably handed out many a dum dum.
I thoroughly enjoyed the dum dum (not the dumb dumb) that evening.