The Dating Game

By Paige Smoron Wiser '92

I honestly can’t think of any advice my mom gave me about dating. She’d pretty much let me muddle my way through, with an eyebrow raised here or there. That is, until I’d bring home a guy she really couldn’t stand. Then she’d let me know about it.

I remember one year when she took a photo of me with my high school homecoming date. The spot where he was standing was obscured by a mysterious black bar of undeveloped film, as if God—or Mr. Kodak himself—didn’t approve, either.…

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