we walked over to calhoun and strode around the lake. conversation was great. the fresh spring air so invigorating and so very welcomed back into our lives after a long winter. it was only 40
some degrees, but the sun was out, along with 2 million bikers/walkers/runners/rollerbladers and 3 million doggies. then, back at date's place wine was poured and waffles were made. next off to azia for an end-of-HH cocktail. then i got ditched! actually, my date, jen, had a date. a real date. the above is mostly a digression of the good day i had. my point being:one way to get a blind date is to go out to the bars after drinking ... drinking plenty. pick the hottest man out of the crowd, then go over to him and suavely chat him up for a while. by bar time he'll definitely be wanting more. you will exchange numbers. you will leave the bar, go home with friends, order pizza, drink a little more and pass out on the couch with a wine glass in hand. the next day you'll brush off the crust flakes, get a text and be like: who this? a trail of spotty memories will seep back into your head. you will call your friends and together you will piece together the majority of the evening, at least the high(low?)lights. wholla! super cute agenda for the evening.
although this suggestion is not without flaws and is laced with good odds of several potential disasters, good stories will flow and i like that!
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so all that dates are good for is the stories? Interesting. You didn't tell me this when i was seeking advice the other day.
all dates created in this manner are usually only good for stories. usually.
my what-to-wear skills don't come into play when the impression we've already offered is that we are classy enough for a blacked-out make-out session in public.
dress becomes relatively unimportant ;)
dress for success: less is more.
so if im reading BD and CE rite i should go for a date w/a loincloth and a bottle of everclear? Ive been doing it all wrong!
I've revised your post to show how I score a date:
pick the homeliest woman out of the crowd, then go over to her and mumble incoherently for a while. by bar time she'll definitely be wanting more. She will give you a number she claims is her own, but will actually be her friend's. you will leave the bar and pass out in the cab with beer in hand. the next day you'll brush off the crust flakes, and check your phone history, wondering who you gave the "textual healing" to last night. a trail of spotty memories will seep back into your head. you will call your friends and together you will piece together the majority of the evening, at least the high(low?)lights. wholla! super cute agenda for the evening.
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