Later today I'm going off to visit the fella who lives too far away and loves wooden boats and may or may not be on emotional probation. I know how to pick 'em, don't I? I keep telling him that the most positive outcome I can see in this whole thing is that I conclude he's a chump right away and we go no further with this fledgling romance. So far, though, his chumpiness is well-hidden. Wish me luck.
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good luck and have a good time!
Posted by: Shara | April 22, 2005 at 07:46 AM
Good luck. Behave yourself. Or not.
Posted by: (Way) Over the Line | April 22, 2005 at 09:57 AM
Oooh - good luck! Eagerly awaiting the recap.
Posted by: mad | April 22, 2005 at 11:20 AM
I don't think I've ever been so crazy about a woman that I would keep dating her even after she tells me that, at best, I'm a chump.
He must really dig you.
Posted by: turboglacier | April 22, 2005 at 02:42 PM
Have a great time and here's hoping he's not a chump! :)
Posted by: Denise | April 24, 2005 at 01:04 PM