It was fine. Nothing earthshattering. I didn't meet the love of my life, but I didn't have to fake injury of family members to get out of it, nor did I catch pneumonia.
While I did not ever let on that I didn't know his name (he eventually referenced himself in the third person) I did keep a running joke about him chopping me up into a thousand tiny pieces.
I thought it was funny.
The thing that excited me most was the fact he has administrative access to military databases and offered to look up every military guy that has
ever slighted me. He's going to be quite busy for awhile.
The only reason I'm going on a second date with him is because I need to get my scarf back, which I left at the restaurant. It wasn't Freudian, trust me. It's because I was so tired I was practically falling asleep while he talked.
Another Valentine's Day past in a vaguely amusing fashion.
You shouldn't go out wth this guy again. Even if he does have you scarf.
Referring to yourself in the third person is quite possibly the most unacceptable thing that a male can do in front of a female.
Well, not really... I mean, I'm sure I could come up with a few others involving clothes being removed and whatev's. But as far as things that he could have done with his clothes on... that is the worst.
I need another drink.
But, I feel bad.
Eh. He's the best out of the inelidgible guys who have been falling out of the sky. Not that it's a reason. But, you know... I feel kinda bad.
I'll e-mail you.
this guy.. is he the one you offered up to me?? he can look up military.. hmm VERY interesting... lol