A Bear Butt
I survived my first date in 10 years. It went well, I thought. I got to the restaurant about 4:45pm, and ordered a beer. I mentioned to the waitress about it being sort of a blind date, and she said, "You're shaking! Do you want a shot?" but I stuck with beer. He showed up around 5pm and we chatted a bit. It was awkward, I think he was nervous too. We ate and talked and then I wanted to go back to my apartment because...........
That's my new little puppy! He's only peed on the floor a couple of times, but that's my fault. I have to pay better attention to his body language. I have to give him a name, too, and quit calling him Hey, whenever I catch him chewing. He makes such little poop, too, it's cute. So long as it stays outsdie.
From the back he reminds me of a little bear.
Hopefully we'll have another date. I enjoyed his company. We ended the date with a handshake because he has a cold and during dinner a cold sore emerged on my lip. That's how stressed I was about this date. I had fun. I hope next time is even funner. More even funnerest.
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