I finally had one of those dreaded online dates where the guy looks NOTHING like his picture. Unless the picture was taken twenty years ago. Kept trying to make eye contact with fellow diners and mouth the words "HELP ME," but to no avail. Luckily I only had to get through one drink - was stressing out that he was going to want dinner - and got the hell out of there.
Silver lining: free glass of prosecco. Period.
Dancing with the Athletes
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