One of my many eSuiters has requested we meet in person. "Maybe we could check out Taste" he wrote in a message commenting that writing emails back and forth has gotten old.
Eff. I've really enjoyed sitting on the sidelines judging these guys on their feeble email pick up lines, dermatological conditions, and disregard for grammar. I'm thinking maybe I could just keep doing that for a while, right? I mean, uh, eh, nooo (this is where throw a subdued hissy and emotionally shut down because I don't want to do something).
After listening to many voice concern over my reluctance to go out in public with these men, I have decided to take the plunge. So I'm going on a date with SPORTSYAAAA.
No I'm not actually. I'm agreeing to meet up with one of the less fun to make fun of "normals". His response to "Favorite Things" was "Stuff White People Like". So he's okay I guess. On the downside (depending on how you look at it), the more I look at his pictures, the more I think his soft bone structure could be that of a lady. And I'm very concerned about his comment that "life is measured in happiness, not wealth" because that might mean he's poor which would be gross. Oh well. Here we go.
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