I read that as "ice cream massage" and really perked up.
It's Bangkok, baybee! Nothing surprises me these days. Although, fwiw, my intentions towards the icecream are pretty straight-forward.
Online dating sucks. I've been on 8 first dates with gents who were fantastic on screen and didn't smell at all appealing IRL.
Ick! Well, we've now agreed on next Saturday. He's given me his phone number, which means that I have to do that following-up-and-making-actual-arrangements thing, which I'm not so good at...but will do. Honestly. Anyway, I'm thinking if we don't fancy each other - still, there's icecream! So that's good.
(erin, I don't think you were here back when I started waxing lyrical about amaltery adult icecreams, were you? The Sangria flavour is surprisingly scrumptious, and the Screaming Orgasm is aptly named, but I think it was still the Chocolate Orange Liquer that I liked the best...none of which is particularly salient, as we're going to iBerry, which my colleague was praising last week.)
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Happy HilDay!
(am now home from work; have spent an hour tutoring the wee girl I tutor on the street next to mine, have purchased half a month's supply of disposable contact lenses [plain] and one pair of monthly lenses [green], have consumed 1 small box of vegetarian spring rolls purchased from the street outside my house and 1 delicious barbecued corn-on-the-cob from the lady on the corner who works such long hours. Am swigging Schweppes Club Soda with gusto. Will be hurrying out to rehearsal for A Christmas Carol in a few minutes.)
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