David and his mother went on a date. Yeah, he decided to take her out since her misandrism wouldn't tolerate any man except her own son.

They were both dressed sweetly and even looked like a couple, his mother was really hot for someone her age.

Even as they sat in the restaurant and ate, many men glanced her way, but none worked up the courage to approach her.

David saw all of this but didn't point it out to her because she wasn't going to like it.

"How is your favorite patient, Mister Carlos?" He asked.

"The old Mexican businessman?" She laughed. "He died six months ago."

"What?" David's face fell immediately.

"What?" She laughed. "Stop trying to feel sorry for him, that's what he always wanted, to die!"

"I thought he was worried that his kids would squander all his money?" David asked. "And that he didn't like any of his six kids?"

"Or that he suggested I got married to him so that I could take all his money when he died." She chuckled. "He was a pretty delusional one."

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