Dating Pool

We’d hardly finished dinner before she invited me up to her apartment; we headed straight for her fertilization pool. She squatted while I perched on her back, initiating amplexus. As she laid several thousand eggs, I grunted, fertilizing the lot. It was only then that I stupidly ventured: “Hey, wanna go out again sometime?”

She stared, utter disdain. “My whole goal is trying to keep our children moist now. You think I’ll have time to date you?”

I mumbled an apology, put on my top hat, and hopped out, planning on another night of eating fried bugs till it hurt.