Okay, I have an awful confession to make. Last week I went on a whole rant about speed dating and how I'd basically found the entire event useless except to talk to people. Well guess what? I'm going on a date with a girl I met that night. How do you spell hypocrite?
And I bought a new sweater for it, which means I'm nervous
And I'm nervous, which means I care.
And I care, which means I'm going to screw it up.
Which means that you'll be reading about it in tomorrow's blog.
That is all....
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I thought everyone at speed dating was at least 10 years your senior...
Is that the reason for the sweater? To look a little older?
Sorry. Couldn'r resist.
Can't wait to hear about it, man.
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