- You're wondering if your date recently had his wisdom teeth out, or just has chipmunk cheeks (we're talking actual jowls)
- If I don't ask a question, he doesn't speak.
- He fake drinks his beer - as in pretends to swallow and still has a full beer by the end of the night
- When the bill comes he reaches for his wallet, I reach for mine, and he says "Do you want me to take care of it?" Idk, do you want me to tell you how to wipe your a$$?
- As I'm waiting in the drivethrough at McDonald's post date, I see that the car in front of me is actually him
- And the piece de la resistance? When by the end of the night, I'm so desparate for a topic (b/c I've exhausted them all) I channel Crazy Dog Jen and start describing what destruction is waiting for me at home b/c Gracie was unhappy about me leaving. I actually described, in minute detail, what she would do to Hedgehog...her stuffed toy. Pain-ful.
Okay, so I haven't been on here in almost 2 years, which frankly is just sad. So apologies to anyone who tried to read this since.Here's tonights latest post. Today I created my own hashtag. It sounds very impressive, but all you have to do is type it and it's created...and I'll admit, I kina stole the idea from my good friend, Brooke. #it'sdatingseason - that's the tag, heehee.The post was based on the fact that I'm going out for yet another painful meet n greet tomorrow night with the latest victim from my internet pimp (aka the dating sites). Today he made a reference to having to reschedule plans b/c he was doing something around his roommate's doc appt. I thought it was weird, but decided to let it go. However, my friend, Arwen, just made a comment asking if roommate is code for wife. Huh. didn't think about that. And now I kind of want to text him and ask if that's the case...cuz it's weird. Hence, my dilemna. Thoughts?
