"Uh, excuse me, what's your name?" I asked sounding a little shy.
"The name's Amy, it rhymes with baby, which is what you can call me cutie." She said in a flirting manner.
It was hard for me not to be turned on by her but I just kept telling myself that she was my mother and not just another girl.
"My name isn't cutie, it's Joe."
"Whatever you say, I can dig it."
"Exactly what decade are you speaking in?"
"Everyone speaks likes this in 1975."
"It isn't 1975, look at the calendar, what year does it say?" I asked her holding up the calendar.
"Whoa, that's groovy, you made a calendar for the future, now that's radical."
She still didn't believe me so I decided to take her to...