As a general rule, I don't like dating. Not one little bit actually. It's too expensive and boring and I, 99.9% of the time, want to escape through a bathroom window at some point during the proceedings.
I hadn't been on a "real" date in some time, as shagging random drunk chicks in pubs is not generally considered your usual Norman Rockwell-esque courtship for some reason.
I was surprised as much as anyone when on a strange and eerie impulse, I asked a friend of mine for a mutual acquaintance of ours e-mail address. This of course is the cowards way of getting a phone number, for you can put the initial fellers out there without the ego shattering verbal cock block.
I called this particular girl, lets call her...Lady X, which is a nice old 50's era ladies pro-rasslin' name. Well, after the initial e-mail and a couple of pleasant phone conversations, I decided to meet up with this girl, and I do mean girl, as she was about 10 years my junior. Of legal age mind you!
We went out a to a classy and hip bistro, which I had to trudge through a snow storm to arrive at with my health just barely in tact. We had a fairly nice time and I was rewarded with a kiss. A very sweet and nice kiss of such utter sweeti-ness that I can't describe. A man of my debaucherous nature does not often enjoy the joy of an innocent goodnight kiss at the end of a fairly alcohol free evening from a beautiful and unexperienced young lady.
I proceeded to get drunk for the next week and avoid my natural impulse to pull slutty drunk birds because I...like this girl?
Jah help me!
...to be continued
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