Met a girl on a pub crawl. For some reason I overlooked this fact when I decided to ask her out on a nice date. Put a ton of thought into it before ultimately deciding to take her on a dinner crawl. Going to my three favorite places in town: one for cocktails, one for dinner, and one for dessert.
See, I think I went wrong and put her up on a pedestal. Today I get a text back from her (some 14 hours after my last communication to her regarding seeing her again) and she says "I'm pretty busy."
Resisted the urge to drive into the limestone retainer wall next to my old elementary school (yes, I was looking at my phone while driving through a school zone... I know how bad that is).
Went through a brief meltdown at work where I was unable to complete a thought because I revisited the date in my head minute by minute.
Then I realized it was half prices papa john's day 'cause of the Royals. That made me a little bit happier. Ordered 'bout 8 honey wings.
Then I realized that she definitely wouldn't want me with my breath smelling like this!
So here I sit, posting about it to a bunch of internet friends... So help me God....