and the fact that we actually do know things about each other already is a help, neither of us is going in completely blind. That's a bit of a comfort. But Barb, agreeing to meet a woman three days before Christmas, in the evening, at Yorkdale Shopping Centre...just seems so wrong...or stupid somehow lol. As for my humour, it is like a fine wine, she needs to savour it, inhale the aroma, swirl it in her glass for a bit and discern the flavour little by little...before being forced to chug the whole bottle! I'll be mildly amusing...if I can remember how to do that. If worse comes to worse I'll fake that I'm choking.
