It seems some of you would like more information about Date #4. Well, screw you guys! I'm not telling you nothing!
Just kidding. Kind of. Last night I went to a local bar to watch the Super Bowl. It's a small town, so I anticipated (as I always do) that I might run into someone I know. I did not, however, anticipate that the Introvert would sit down at the table right next to ours during the first quarter. I pretended I didn't see him. Oh my god, I'm so gross. I pretended I didn't see him! For the whole game! Why would I do that? When it was over, the Introvert won the bar's raffle for a sixty-inch plasma television. It was a big deal; the owner introduced him, said his name on the microphone and everything. And still, I didn't say anything. I walked right past him in order to leave the bar. I am the worst. Okay, but for real....why would I do that? I'm not actually the worst. I have many good and redeeming qualities. Still, I should have said hello, or at least gave him a smile and a wave. Why didn't I? Kevin. I was telling my friends about the date with Kevin. Who, by the way, remains two hundred and eighty-one miles away. I'm trying to be cool, guys. We've been on one date. Sure, it lasted as long as the previous three first dates combined. And yes, it's the only one that ended with significant physical attraction. Yeah...he did say he might making the drive to see me sometime in the near future. Whatever! I don't even know him that well yet! I'll just say this: your prayers were heard. It did go well. I like him. He liked me. I anticipate it will go just as well the next time I see him. Whenever that is.
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