Monday, July 11, 2011.
$28 Worth and I had scheduled our first meet-up.
A quaint lil' wine bar in my n'hood.
1) Because it is close and, if the date failed, I could hit the eject button and get home swiftly and lock my doors without having to drive too far like a bat out of hell running from Freddy Kruger.
2) Because we are both wine enthusiasts lushes, or so Match pointed out to us in our profile considerations.
11:14 am
“Good morning. Hey,
we still on for tonight, say 7:30?”
11:49 am
“Sounds like a plan to me.
Are you ready to bring your wine and cheese A Game?”
6:45 pm
“Do you know if this place is tank top friendly?”
6:46 pm
“Yes, and jort friendly too.”
7:01 pm
“I might beat you there.
I had to stop and pick up my Ed Hardy shirt I left at the bar last
night. I guess I took it off there in the
midst of my shenanigans.”
7:15 pm
“That’s OK. I’m
wearing my fav hooker 6” heels.
7:21 pm
“Great. It’s possible
I will come up to your boobs depending on how hookery your heels are. I’m also running
out of jokes…meet you in a few.”
And, that's how my Monday pre-date lead-in started.
Sense of humor? Check.
Sarcasm? Check.
Wine Gulper? Check.
I'm AmericanBridget and I might have consumed one too many Pinot Grigios on Monday evening.
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ReplyDeleteYay!!!! Love it Ry!!
ReplyDeleteOMG - so how did it go??? DYING!
ReplyDeleteSo???
ReplyDeleteWELL HE SOUNDS PERFECT lol
ReplyDeleteMore details?!?!
No kidding - this is such your speed!! How'd it go??????
ReplyDeleteAnd then???!!! Wow I am digging his sense of humor huge.
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