Heather writes in that she felt bad for me after I was stood up on a blind date the other night. Thanks, Heather. She goes on to say that she doesn’t that I’m "that bad."
Again, thanks. I think.
Gary calls me out for being cheap and over-anxious about meeting my blind date Thursday night at Side Pockets. Right and right. What can I say.
The news that God is now watching out for the women I might potentially date has been a tough pill to swallow, but in retrospect I do have to hand it to God. He’s on the ball. If there is a God, then he should be warning prospective dates of the potential danger in going out with me. It’s good to know He isn’t letting his guard down.
Actually, dating me is a lot of fun. It’s marrying me that isn’t great.
I’ll keep trying.