My coworker suggsted setting me up with one of her boyfriend's friends
who badly wants a blind date. She asked if I objected to a guy who plays
in a band who is about my age. Why would I object? Working for a car
rental is not something I can be snotty about. She says he works for a
gun shop and plays on the computer. She thought we could email our
pictures to each other. Um, well, my sunless tanner is wearing off so
maybe hold off on the picture part, my tanner is blotchy.
My first question of Romeo: Is he cute? She said kinda yes, kinda no. No
matter, I'm bouncing with excitement at the thought of meeting A GUY.
She said she would call me later to ask my email address to give to
him.
She never called. Boo-hoo. I was so excited too. Bad coworker getting me
all riled up. Last time someone tried to set me up, the guy wanted our
first date to take place at a strip club with female dancers. Not
exactly my idea of romance. But I said if he was willing to pay my cover
charge to get in and buy me drinks, then I would go. He declined the
offer. Oh well, I'm used to being alone.
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