My boys are no slouches.
When my older son went to his senior prom two years ago, he was the only guy escorting six lovely young ladies. Well… he actually had one date, but five other girls did not, so he was the lucky guy who took pictures and rode to Prom and danced all night with them.
Yesterday was my younger son’s turn, and again – even though he had his own date, a few other young ladies did not. He and his pal (who -when they’re together, they look strikingly like Laurel and Hardy) escorted an SUV of beauties to their senior prom and again…
danced the night away.
Gigolos? Or sultans?
I prefer to think of them as Southern Gentlemen.