This is my season for dating. And by that, I mean what I'm wearing. Yes, apparently I am that shallow. This is the season for long sleeves, but not sweaters. Pants or jeans but no need for snow boots. No need for bulky layers for warmth or flimsy fabrics to stay cool. It's the perfect camouflage for any self consciousness. I can order a drink without worrying about the condensation dripping on me when I take a sip. And yes, I've thought of that. While I still might get very red from a drink, as evidenced by the familiar flush after a few sips of wine last week, I can escape from the drippy-ness of summer drinking.
And this weather is perfect timing for another date. So Lisa, the Dating Un-Coordinator, has a chance to redeem herself. And it starts by that fact I don't have to drive into Philly. This place will still be an hour or so with traffic, but it's not the Schuylkill. Of course, I've investigated the restaurant, it's menu and the directions for next Friday. Not two days from now, but a week and two days from now. My eternal optimism is piqued again.
Details are again sketchy. Chris, graphic design and technology, 49, blue eyes, blonde-ish hair, likes travel, arts, music, museums, and has a good relationship with his family. Sounds great. As long as he shows up.
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