It has been a crazy week riding the roller coaster of American politics.
I’m just getting off the ride.
And what better way to celebrate being on solid ground again than to go out on a date.
A REAL date.
Yes, with someone I’ve met online.
But this guy hasn’t described his ideal woman as having no gag reflex.
Nor has he sent me dick pics or called himself “Mr. Hugecock.”
So he’s got a lot going for him right now.
He seems to be, dare I say it, a regular nice guy.
Which is EXACTLY what I’m looking for.
He doesn’t live in Sweden.
He lives here in the Bay area.
He’s employed at a BIG social media company.
He flies airplanes.
We meet at 8 pm today at my favorite bar, the Jack Rose.
I’m cautiously optimistic about this date.
It’s starting off on the right foot.
But you never know what’s going to happen when you go on a date you’ve only met online.
He could sweat profusely.
He could be racist.
Or, God forbid, a Trump supporter.
All deal breakers in my book.
Wish me luck!