Hey there adoring (Katie Green and Stephanie Seiler)!
So tonight I went on a date. This guys asked me out at a bar last week. Since I’m hoping to fall in love by the end of the world, I said ok. Let’s see how it went.
(Since taking pictures would have been totally weird. I’ve opted to use our Hollywood look-alike’s to give you the play by play.)
“Hey there. You are attractive and fairly intelligent. Can I take you out on a date?”
“I don’t know bar patron. Are you a serial killer or douche bag?”
“No way. I’m totally not a douche bag. I even have a job.”
“Ok. I guess I could go on a date. Wait how old are you?”
“34. Oh and by the way, I’m not a serial killer either. I understand my previous answer was misleading.”
“Alright then. Even though this seems like a terrible idea, the world might end so I am willing to take a risk. Plus it may prove to be a fun blog entry. Wait, what blog? Who said blog? I’m not writing a blog. Never mind. I guess I’ll see you next week.”
The next week…
“Hey Sarah. It’s me. The guy from the bar. How about we go out this weekend.”
“Sure, guy from bar. Where should we go?”
“Well, I live in Long Island. I’ll have to take the train in. Any suggestions?”
“Wow. Long Island. Ok, that sounds like a fun place. How about we play it by ear? I’ll see you Sunday.”
Sunday…at another bar…
“Hey Sarah! I hope you don’t mind. I got us a table. So where are you from?”
“I’m from Maryland. Go Ravens!”
“Oh cool. My older brother is getting married in Maryland in July.”
“Oh, cool. How old is your brother?”
“26. He’s a pretty cool guy.”
“Wait, what? I thought you said you were 34?”
“No. I’m 24. The music was pretty loud, maybe you misheard me. So anyways, I live on Long Island and am saving up to move into the city.”
“Wait. Do you live with your parents?”
“I mean, just for now. Why, is that a problem?”
“No no no. That’s totally cool. Oh look. I just got a text message from my Landlord…our apartment has been taken over by those really big termites from those commercials. I gotta run.”
“Ok, are you sure it wasn’t something I said.”
“No, not at all. I just really need to check on my apartment. It was nice meeting you.”
“Oh, ok. Can I call you next week?”
“Umm…I think my phone just exploded. How about I contact you?”
sixty six days of sarah 
seriously, your blog kills me. maybe it was the wine… or the 3 margaritas i had before that, but i decided to catch on the 66dos tonight. i was legit out loud laughing at your good times. thanks for sharing the craziness with all 13 of us and here is hoping that if the EOW isn’t in a few weeks you can keep on writing.
seriously, i laughed so hard i cried then i decided maybe i should write a blog. emphasis on the maybe and the previously mentioned booze.
this most recent might be my favorite to date…. and i realized i can comment without joining the website sot cheers to that. xo-william
Thanks babe! I’m having such a blast doing it! (It definitely beats chorus calls). Blog it out friend!