To dinner.
Via email.
On what would essentially be a blind date (friend of a friend whom I’ve only communicated with via Facebook/email) with a perfectly nice guy.
Of course my first instinct is to answer “Sorry, I don’t eat.”
Which is NOT true (see bagel post from earlier today, as well as the un-reheated leftovers I’m chowing down on right now b/c I was too hungry to warm them up).
But that’s just my knee-jerk reaction to getting asked out.
Which might, just maybe, have something to do with why I’m still single.
Although, full disclosure, mama’s gonna be spending every waking moment filling out job apps for the next lil bit here, so dating and even eating will probably need to sit down & shut up in the backseat until things are straight.
