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DEE DEE – (25) Romper Room
Prod. notes: Dee Dee is in pony tails and an outfit straight out of
Romper Room.
Dee Dee: “Hi there. I’m Dee Dee, I’m 25, and I’m a children’s
minister. I love my job, but it does have its ups and
downs on the dating market. Everyone knows that I’m
good with kids, but… it seems like no one can see me
as, well, “beddable.” Hehe. “Dee Dee’s cute, isn’t
she? But I could never see myself with her. Sweet,
innocent thing probably has no clue what sex is.”
Haha. Well guess what boys? Dee Dee knows what sex is.
And Dee Dee’s dying for some guy to come along and
make me feel like a WOMAN! (stands, kicks her chair
away) Do you hear me, boys? Dee Dee’s got needs, and
she needs a good man to satisfy them!! (calms down)
Don’t misunderstand me. I’m still waiting for
marriage. But after the wedding, and our honeymoon
night, you will never – EVER – forget my name.
(intently) Dee Dee. Dee Dee.”
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LIZ – (22) Not Over Him
Liz: “Hi there. I’m Liz, and I’m here because my parents
thought it was a good idea. You see, I haven’t dated
in about, oh, six months. I was kinda ruined by this
guy named Ben. Ben was an amazing guy. Flippin’
amazing. I mean he was smart, and spiritual, and he
was so cute. I really thought we would be together
forever. But then, Ben got to praying, and the Lord
said he wasn’t ready for marriage. That’s why he broke
up with me… and a week later started dating the skank
across the hall from me. That makes sense, right?
You’re not ready for marriage, so dump the girl who is
true marriage material for a skanky little twit who
can’t tie her own shoes without drooling. As a matter
of fact, don’t just date her. Ask her to marry you,
and then set a wedding date on your EX-bride-to-be’s
birthday. How could you do this to me, Ben? I gave you
my heart, and you gave me a cheap wedding invitation
in MY wedding colors. Because that’s what I want for
my birthday, to see the man God made for me marry some
stupid little bimbo! You know what? Forget this.
Sorry, guys. I can’t do it. Ben RUINED me for life.
That’s Ben Walters of Orange County. Ben Walters. He’s
in computers. He works at Linnex Computer Company on
Market Street. Find him, and kick his butt.”
Walks off, then comes back.
Liz: “Ben, if you’re out there, it’s not too late.”
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CANDACE - No more choir boys!
Candace: “Hi, I’m Candace. I’m 19, and I love music. I love it
so much I joined the church choir the minute I
graduated high school. I love serving God with my
singing talents. Matter of fact, I love everything
about the choir… except the annoying choir ladies
who keep setting me up with their sons! They seem to
think a young lady like me NEEDS to get married, and
they all want me to marry their boys. Like Elaine, who
set me up with her son Barney, the three time felon.
She thought a nice girl like me could tame the beast.
Instead he held up a liquor store so he could take me
to eat at Dennys. And Mervin, the kid with the worst
sinuses in the world! Do you know what it’s like
watching a Julia Roberts movie with a guy who sounds
like Darth Vader? [does an impression of Mervin's
breathing] I can’t take it any more! So here I am,
looking for a nice, NORMAL Christian boy who likes
music. If that’s you, please drop me a line. If we hit
it off, great. But if not, at least send me a picture
so I can PRETEND to have a boyfriend and get them off
my back for a while!”
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ANGELA – Saving myself for ?
Angela: “Hi there. My name is Angela, and before we go any
further, I am saving myself for marriage. That’s not a
joke, and it’s definitely NOT a dare, fellas. This
girl will not be touched by anyone but her husband. I
know it’s the cool thing these days to wink when our
pastor says “save yourself for marriage” then go do
whatever you want, but this girl’s taking him
seriously! I mean it! I’m tired of holy kisses, and
Ecclesiastes 4:11 And I am definitely tired of pious
Sunday School guys who turn into St. Grabby Hands
reaching for my No-No Spots on a Friday night. Sorry,
but this garden and these clusters of fruit belong to
one man, and that man’s gonna get a tiger. But if you
wanna make this kitten purr, you’re gonna have to
marry her first. If that’s okay with you, then email
me, Angela. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I do
believe in getting engaged on the first date.”
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