So I’m headed to another one of those match.com ‘mixers’ tonight. Yey? I’m going with my new friend that I met at speed dating, so it should be fun. Especially considering that we’re meeting for happy hour beforehand. Oh, and that I just made myself a big ole’ to-go cocktail (shhhhh, don’t tell). Here’s where you all come in …….. please do a special dance, say a prayer, light a candle, invoke spirits, whatever it takes to insure that there is a decent (damn, how my standards have changed) guy there for me. And not just any decent guy. A decent guy who thinks I’m the shit!
Thanks! Oh, and just to clarify; decent = non drooling, non midget, non slurring, non douchebag who speaks proper english, knows how to use a phone (and not just for text messages) and is marginally smart with a tiny grasp of social etiquette. Oh, and who doesn’t spit when he talks. Thanks again! 🙂