Tales From The Script

I'd rather not, but here it is, the story of my life.
It started, like most stories do, when I first met my wife.
I was quite young in ways of men, I think at most eighteen.
But there we were, out on a date, turns out though, in between,
another date she had before, and one that she had later.
Since we're together to this day, I must have been the greater.

Well, there she was and I'm like wow, not typically poetic.
My jokes are dumb, my tongue is numb, as if on anesthetic.
You want to see a movie, I did manage in the end.
She said ok let's do it, if it's cool I'll bring a friend.
Not sure how good a move it was, I didn't have a prayer.
Turns out the friend -- and, the next date -- was quite a hockey player.

The movie, it was Death Wish Three. I REALLY like the franchise.
And afterwards, a Burger King, a Whopper and some french-fries.
In short, you'd think there was no hope, yes, there was none, indeed.
If you were me, what would you do, and how would you proceed?
That story for another day, I'm hoping you'll stay with me.
But not today, as this here tale, is suitable for Disney.