So I am meeting Mr Shitty Picture on Wednesday for a drink. As I’m not all giggly and excited (at all), I’ve opted to be selfish and although he lives across town, we are meeting at the bar that is 2.5 miles from my house. 🙂 As I don’t really want to screw up my diet either, I will be drinking water. Oh, and as he ixnayed my ‘let’s meet for a quick drink after work’ (key word being quick) due to his being a *ahem* high school football coach (*sigh*) and having practice until 8, we are meeting at 8:30pm. Perfect. I figure a couple of well placed yawns and I’m outta there if I don’t like him.
Not sure why I do stuff like this. Ridiculous optimism that there may actually be a good guy (for me) lurking amongst the dregs of online dating? Sheer boredom? Fodder for my social experiment? Glutton for punishment? I don’t know, but I seem to keep doing it. I wonder what awesomely crappy reality tv show I will be missing in order to meet the football coach. Eh, as I’m anticipating no longer than 40 minutes lost from my evening, I should be fine. Plus if it’s anything on Bravo, I know they’ll rerun it no less than 37 times in the coming week. 😉