So tonight I went on a date. It's been years since I have actually gone on a date, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but I'm happy to report that it was fine. Nothing overly romantic, just nice flowing conversation and enjoyable food. Oddly enough, I managed to eat Morrocan food without shitting my pants. (The half bottle of Pepto washing down 2 Imodium on the drive to her place probably helped with that.) The downer was that we chose to see Closer at the Ritz and it was absolute shit. Great actors, great director, horrible movie. Not a likable character in the bunch. Clive Owen has some killer lines however.
It was nice to get back on the dating horse. It went well and I'm happy about that. Good for me.
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