Quick thought, I'm not ready to "date" someone. I'm just suggesting that you do what I did - meet someone for drinks and conversation. No pressure. No stress.
Good lord, theoretically, sure, I could be struck through the heart by someone tomorrow, but odds of me getting into a committed R anytime soon aren't high.
Drinks/coffee/pool/puttputt/a show on occassion -- why the hell not.
I've got this image of you, Puddle, rattiest undergarments or not, suddenly lunging across the table at this guy, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, throwing him on the table, and just planting one on him. Why my brain works this way, I have no idea.
BD
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Me: 36 W: 35 2 D: 9 and 5 T: 16 years M: 12 10/4/06: Bomb 10/5/06: Ended A 4/22/07: ILYBNILWY
