A $ingle Lady sits at a bar. Alone would make a better story, but alas, she sits amongst friends. Her phone rings. An unknown number. Does she answer? Her friends certainly encourage it. Deep breath. Hello? They discuss the massive snowicane that continues to pummel their city. He asks if he can take her to dinner the following week. $ushi, in fact, to bolster her addiction to mercury poisoning. (Heart). Then, he makes a joke that he'd take her to do coke but that's a little heavy for a second date [Narrator interruption: something I didn't reveal to you before, but yet another of my Minus points was telling him that people think I do coke to keep my energy up, but I don't, and therefore think it's mercury poisoning...plus many points for him turning that into an inside joke. In my defense, it's an office joke, and come on, if you can joke about it at work, you can joke about it on a date...] They discuss neighborhoods, and agree that he'll text her a location after he does a little research on places to go. They wish each other a happy weekend, and hang up.
The end. Or rather, to be continued...
xo,
$ingle Lady #1
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