"I took the time and the trouble to write it, why can't you just READ the damned thing, you lazy #$#$#$..."

This is where my sympathy lies. JUst SKIM the damned MS.

Tell ya what: I'll write the synopsis, you go on my date.

No, seriously. N. will understand.

perking up

Go on a date? I've never done that before. Is it tricky?

It's making me want to vomit.

Why? I gather that means yes, it's tricky, but I'm clueless about the whole ritual. Why is it tricky? Is he someone you care about?

Nope, internet date. And he looks fuun, cute, interesting, smart...I just HATE first dates.

I feel kinda like I'm up on a block, and I should have "caveat emptor" tattooed on my head.

I feel kinda like I'm up on a block, and I should have "caveat emptor" tattooed on my head.

Shouldn't he be feeling that way as well, then? I mean, same deal for him, right? And if you're both in the same boat, why worry?

And no, not really off topic. Stuff about how this stuff works, it goes into how I write. But honestly, I come from the Land of Rockonia, and the quiet forest denizens there rarely dated. We merely hooked up.

Yes, it is the same deal. And I should be fine -- I'm judging him, too. But I'm a hooker-upper too, which is why dates make me all bleargh.

(and no cheap hooker jokes, either!) I'm ready, though. My loins are girded, and I am having a smoke. It doesn't help that this date is at a non-smoking coffe bar. No cocktail, no smokes = stressed dater Erin

And...I'm off.

Go get 'em!

gulp. Oui.