Walking up to meet my non tinder date, God I hope I recognize him.
Oh my… I was clearly hammered when we met. I remember him being much better looking than this. Fuck!
Hopefully he has something nice planned to detract from the awfulness of how this date is going to go.
We are not even at our date destination yet and I’m already mentally deciding that I’m only staying for an hour out of politeness. As he signals me into the pub for drinks, not just any pub, my local pub and the one where he works – Great! (more…)