Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…

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Had I volunteered to cook when asking my date out to convince her to go out with me and/or impress her? I guess it doesn’t matter now…
“Good afterNOOOON, Mr. Davis” interrupted the choir director, who always looked at her watch, then at me, over her glasses, emphasizing that I was late. It was only a few minutes, but she was a stickler about time…