This is so Ted-like

One of my first dates with Ted was in August 1968.  There was a full moon on a clear night in Madison, and Ted told me he wanted to go to Lake Monona to take some pictures of the moon rising over the lake.  He invited me to come with him and, naturally, I said “yes,” hoping this might be the equivalent of “looking at his etchings.”

We went to the lake, he took some pictures, we got back into the car, and he took me back to my apartment.  Mission accomplished.  He didn’t even hold my hand or kiss me in the moonlight!  Apparently, Ted was oblivious to the romantic possibilities of a lakeside moonlit summer night.  Today, I saw this cartoon in the paper, and it reminded me of that date.