So, my friends are pimping me out again. My old coworkers/friends are setting me up on a blind date with one of their coworkers. Earlier this week I was told about the blind date arrangement. Apparently, we’ll get along because he likes fried food and runs. I guess I can see it. I like cookies and attempt to run? Our bad eating habits and love for running must be the reason it will work.
This morning I was surprised to find an email from Blind Date #2. Actually, we are going to call him Fried Food Lover Who Runs. Seriously, that was the description I was given about the guy. By the way, just because I run or attempt to run doesn’t mean I will get along with every runner in the free world. I just wanted that noted.
Fried Food Lover Who Runs would like to go out on a lunch date, which is fine. I’m pretty open to lunch dates. As you know, I just eat with my Lunch Partners at work. A lunch date would be a nice change from the normal Lunch Partners discussion on coupons and fat/calories in Yoplait Yogurt.
I’m ok with going out with Fried Food Lover Who Runs, but I’m having a hard time responding to his email. He was pretty witty in his email. I’m a witty girl, but am I a witty girl if you don’t know me? Probably not. The Cousin has volunteered to proof read my email before I hit the magical Send button. You know, this whole blind date business is very stressful. This is why I couldn’t do eHarmoney. I couldn’t handle the stress of coming up with cute/witty emails every time someone emails me!