Supposed to have yet another matchmaker date tonight. Oy. (Which reminds me: Happy New Year to my Jewish friends)
Meeting at the Common Table, in case anyone wants to come laugh and point.
The worst part about a blind date to me is the initial walking in. You're scanning the room, looking for - you have no idea WHAT you're looking for - and you don't want everyone else at the bar to know you're looking. It's a tricky dance that I don't perform very well. Beeline for the bar. That's MY dance. Thank god for alcohol.
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