And another date...

I'm beginning to feel like a bakery.
All I seem to kepp saying is, "Next!"

Moving on.

This past Saturday, I had another date with a lovely, lovely man.

Here's how it all started:

I winked, he winked.
We emailed.

The emails were flirty and clever, and cheeky and cute.
I was so keyed up about this, I can't even tell you.

Emails so cute as to have inspired last Thursday's lingerie bender.
Hey, I'm no prude.

Lest you judge me, I believe that the difference between slutty and prepared is significant.

OK, moving on...

I showed up, he was there, all smiles, and zip.
Nada.
Zilch.

After this great rapport we'd had, no chemistry.

I took longer to do my hair than I spent on this date.

None.
Like I said, nada, zilch.

Nein, even.

The service didn't help, either.
Jeez, our dinners were there within what seemed like seconds of our ordering, and the coffee and check even faster.

Is that whole staff hopped up on meth or something?

I wonder if we were a bit on edge...but still, for as lovely and polite and sweet as Paul was, nada. Zip. Zilch, even.

Oh, well.

At least I got home in time to see Chris Meloni (SVU) without a shirt on.

Who knew he has a tattoo?

Later, all...

And, "Next!"