Last night was a cool chill kinda girls night out.
Spaghetti, RFW, and I saw the 4:20 show of Dreamgirls (good), had dinner at an awesome little italian joint in Chelsea, then went out for a pint or two afterwards at a nearby pub.
I got home after three am. Where in heaven's name does the time go?
And to end the evening I got asked out by the bartender. The date is Monday night.
Is there something in the air or something? Where is all this dating activity coming from?
Of course on retrospect should I really be surprised at seeing two new guys within two months? I've never been much of a dater, I wonder what the range of normal dating frequency is. Not that I ever put much stock in being normal.
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Break a leg, and have fun!
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