Soooooooo, I may have a date tomorrow.
The Universe keeps throwing men at me.
Granted, they haven't been quality men, but they've been men so there's that.
This morning, the dude from a couple of posts ago actually asked me if we were going to tomorrow's party together.
As if.
Sorry, I was feeling a little nineties there...
THEN he tried to make it out like I ditched him last weekend. Even said that was why he left early. What. Ever.
So now, I am being set up... which is only a slight bit better. But I know WAHS will be pleased as she is always trying to get me to poke around and get set up through friends.
WAHS, I hold you personally responsible for this.
:-)
We'll see. May not even pan out.. probably will though since the person trying to set me up has TWO people in mind.
A couple of days ago, I was seriously considering not going and instead remaining in my PJs and wrapping presents while watching Love Actually for the nine-hundredth time.
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, My pathetic excuse for a love life, The Universe
