Stop the presses. I went on A Real Date last night (pint on a deck overlooking the river) and am going on another one tonight (swanky cocktail bar downtown). If you're counting, that's two real dates in thirty-six hours, approximately the same number that I went on in four years in my previous town.
I continue to feel as though I am leading somebody else's life, not my own.
Kinda funny when that happens, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI hadn't been on a date in over a year - then 4 in a month - and now back to nuttin. LOL!