UPDATE: Oh no! The old man canceled our date! No live tweeting tonight.
... I'm not complaining. We rescheduled for next week Thursday - I originally said Friday but he has to pick up his daughter that day. Yep. You read that correctly. His kid. What the hell does he think we have in common?
Coming up in the next post: I kiss and tell about gettin' physical (or not) on Match.com dates.
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Online dating? I thought that was just for creeps and old people. Since I signed up for six months of this, I'm hoping to be proven wrong.
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