I had a date last night, and had one of the best times of my life. In fact, it went so well, I have a paranoid feeling that it must therefore be doomed.
We rode bikes for quite a while, then stopped at a bar she knew for a beer (my second ever).
What am I supposed to do next? I lost the owner's manual, or maybe it's buried under my stacks of unpaid bills. I hate when that happens.
We rode bikes for quite a while, then stopped at a bar she knew for a beer (my second ever).
What am I supposed to do next? I lost the owner's manual, or maybe it's buried under my stacks of unpaid bills. I hate when that happens.