the dating chronicles, part 2
December 3rd, 2008 | Written by hurricanic
Would you believe it if I told you I have another date Saturday? Yeah. It’s true. And I haven’t even signed up for on-line dating yet. I’m being set up. With an older man. In Branson.
(I’ll give you all a minute to think of your own responses to that.)
(And another minute to laugh a little.)
(And yet a few more to come up with another joke or two.)
(And, now, laugh a little bit more.)
Now that you’ve got that out of your system, allow me to clarify a few things.
No, we did not meet on Shoji Tabuchi’s fan club website.
We will not be throwing rolls at each other at Lamberts.
I’m pretty sure we won’t be outlet mall shopping.
Or riding the ducks.
I hope we’re not actually going to be wearing Bible belts.
A Yakov Smirnoff show is not my idea of a good time.
Smirnoff, however, is probably (ironically) illegal to drink down there.
Dang it.