So date numero uno was interesting. We went to a mexican chain restaurant and just had drinks, just drinks? what the eff, a girl's gotta eat. Anyways the convo was fine, but he did manage to spill his drink on me and ask me all the questions I really didn't feel like answering, such as "what am I looking for in a man? The night promptly ended around 11pm where he proceeded to try and stick his tongue down my throat. I think the only reason that I allowed his tongue to slide down my throat was the fact that I had two margaritas and NOTHING to eat.
The bar hasn't been set to high, so anything in the future can only get better, right?
xoxo, the 20 something
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