i made the astonishing realization the other day that i seem to become a bit of a boy-magnet in the summer. i really don't get it. what i do know is that combining this weird summer phenomenon with mgfwba and her amazing wing-man-ness makes for trouble. i'm a little overwhelmed.
my blogmate, on the other hand, is ecstatic. while all these blind-ish dates have been fairly excruciating for me (both in their immediate painfulness and in their standing as a symbol of my comically sad state of romantic affairs), i think she views them as a spectator sport. not only is she willing to indulge all of my "oh my god what should i wear," angst, but she actively schemes to put herself right in the middle of everything so that she can get a better view.
unfortunately for her (and for me, as it turns out), in spite of her elaborately hatched plots to spy on my dates, she hasn't been very successful... until now.
meet new guy. new guy has tolerated not one but two dates to which i insisted on coming with entourage. not only that, but the second was to the chicago italian food festival, complete with a world pizza champion, frankie avalon, and a large man carrying a small chihuahua wearing a pink t-shirt (the dog, not the man). so my good blogmate came along, acruing what i can only imagine is a ton of blog-worthy material about going to the festival and being inserted into the middle of my date.
her approval, i suspect, is similar to mine, and goes something like, "i'll bet this guy will go to an indoor water park!"
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