I think enough time has passed since I went on the lunch slash blind date... so it's probably ok to post about it already.
For the record, I hate blind dates. I really do. And only because I feel pity for the schmuck who got roped into taking me out. So anyway, I met up with him at Starbucks (how predictable) and then we moseyed on over to Teriyaki Boy.
Oh wait, about the boy. He's a friend of a friend and instead of my original plan of skinning my friend for setting me up, I am now letting him stay uhm... unskinned. He's 32 years old, works at a call center and is funny as hell. I haven't laughed like that in ages! He has the appropriate amount of ink on his body, loves the fact that I'm inked too AND we have tentatively set up another date so we could go visit my tattoo artist. So fun.
It was originally just a lunch date but it went on until he had to go to work. So he took me home, and he went to work. We haven't stopped texting since. So fun. Wait, I said that already.
He knows about this blog and I told him that I'll post about him soon. So... buster, if you're reading this, smile. Or laugh. I think they're looking for the spoon still. You're so evil. I love it.
Edit:
This is in not THE DATE FROM HELL. That was a different boy. Already people are texting me about it. Why they would think I had fun with the most egotistic, self-important dillhole is beyond me. So no, this is not Mr. Scraggly Ass McDillhole. I think he's still looking for his nuts.
what if the teriyaki people read this? then they'll know i took their spoon! check your email ginger.
ReplyDeleteBoy-o? Are you Irish all of a sudden? I did check my email and nothing is there. :|
ReplyDeleteAre you trying to pull my leg? It won't work as you're still stepping on my foot.
The Teriyaki Boy people called, they want their spoon back, licked clean please.