this is a date, right?
I went on a date!
Sort of.
I met this guy on the annual neighbourhood pub crawl. He's quite the character. He was completely and absolutely in lust with me. Astounded by his discovery of me. There's absolutely no future in it but it's good practice. He asked me to go for breakfast and said he'd call around 10am on the weekend. Which he did, at 2 minutes to 10. We met for breakfast at a bar that serves breakfast - how handy. The Lions were playing Saskatchewan on 5 different tvs. It was an interesting anthropological experience. I lasted an hour and a half and left him drinking beer with his buddies who'd joined us.
This is a date, right?
He's a lovely, sweet, exuberant guy who's finally quit his crack habit and has almost paid off his $40,000.00 debt from being an addict. Soon he might even get a phone.
(Why me? Why me?)
He's so NOT artsy that he didn't even know what pilates was.
But he's sweet. And cute. And rides his bicycle to his job moving pallets around; he rides, because he lost his license as a result of his drinking. Oh, did I mention that he's a self-professed alcoholic?
(I'm killing myself laughing at this point, listing all his..."qualities"...oh, no wait a minute, I'm crying)
He says he'd like to hang out with me again and will call me after he's debt free in 2 weeks.
...um, okay.
This conventional life is full of surprises.
Sort of.
I met this guy on the annual neighbourhood pub crawl. He's quite the character. He was completely and absolutely in lust with me. Astounded by his discovery of me. There's absolutely no future in it but it's good practice. He asked me to go for breakfast and said he'd call around 10am on the weekend. Which he did, at 2 minutes to 10. We met for breakfast at a bar that serves breakfast - how handy. The Lions were playing Saskatchewan on 5 different tvs. It was an interesting anthropological experience. I lasted an hour and a half and left him drinking beer with his buddies who'd joined us.
This is a date, right?
He's a lovely, sweet, exuberant guy who's finally quit his crack habit and has almost paid off his $40,000.00 debt from being an addict. Soon he might even get a phone.
(Why me? Why me?)
He's so NOT artsy that he didn't even know what pilates was.
But he's sweet. And cute. And rides his bicycle to his job moving pallets around; he rides, because he lost his license as a result of his drinking. Oh, did I mention that he's a self-professed alcoholic?
(I'm killing myself laughing at this point, listing all his..."qualities"...oh, no wait a minute, I'm crying)
He says he'd like to hang out with me again and will call me after he's debt free in 2 weeks.
...um, okay.
This conventional life is full of surprises.
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