A Dater's Life

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Once upon a time

I had a date.

We met.

We talked.

I drank a beer.

He drank soda water.

We shook hands. We left.

(And they all lived happily ever after. Alone, of course.)

The end.

1 Comments:

At 11:56 PM, Blogger Jules said...

Could have been worse - you could have shown up for what you thought was a date, only to find out that the guy didn't want to date you but did want to sign you up for his multi-level marketing Amway-like scheme...

 

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