As some of you know, I'm recently divorced, & am struggling along with a part time job that pays less than fertilizer.
However, I met someone at work. She fixed me lunch one night. I offered to repay her by fixing her dinner, &...well...I have a date with a 23 year old girl at my house this weekend. I'm 56. I'm a little out of practice on the whole "dating thing." I'm a bit nervous, & I know that prolly nothing will come of it...but...I feel like crowing about it, cuz she's very pretty, rather tall, & has a wonderful heart-shaped...er...HEART!
Wish me luck. Send me flowers. I'm gigglin' like a school-girl!
Just wish I had some furniture! All I have is a table, 2 chairs, & a sway-backed single bed. (When I left the ex-wife, I left with nothing. I still have most of it.)
I dunno WHAT I'm thinking...but what the heck - you only live once, right? (I'll prolly get killed when her dad finds out...heh heh heh...I've certainly been THERE, before! but for different reasons!)