Heh, I got asked out this afternoon. I actually gave this guy my phone number, wondering all the time what state of mental breakdown I was in to rattle it off to him.
Maybe something will happen...at least a dinner.
Food. the ultimate bribe. I thought it was guys that were supposed to be led by their stomachs. I don't like to eat alone, and often have toyed with the idea of inviting an odd friend to lunch on Fridays.
I met the guy a week ago, in the liquor store. Here's me holding two Fischer's bottles (I don't like to drink alone either), and him carrying a case of Alaskan amber...and we're wracking our brains to come up with a clean joke for once. After honing my skills on funky jokes for years, it's harder to do than I thought. We even talked Bible stories...in a liquor store. <-- ;-P
Well, we'll see. I've gotten a lot of enjoyment out of describing the guys who've asked me to dinner/coffee in the past, from paranoid schitzophrenic (talk about an eye for details!) to just plain creepy. I dunno where this guy falls yet.
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