Last night I went to a wine tasting with a friend from work. We were talking to a friend of a friend who had a date this week and was deciding whether or not to accept date #2. I told her my theory that unless there was a definite deal breaker you always have to accept date #2 (and probably date #3). "Was there a deal breaker?" I asked. She responded that he used the "F word" once or twice and she wasn't sure, but she thought that was a deal breaker.
Oh dear.
I resisted the urge to ask if he used it as a verb or an adjective. ... I might be able to argue that repeated use of the F word as a verb could be a deal breaker ... but really, I'm sure I've dropped the F bomb on dates. I think that there is something cathartic about the curse and I use it just enough so that it doesn't loose its effectiveness ... perhaps why I'm still single ??
Up next, drinks under protest (I really just want to go home) for a friend going away, sushi, painting and a 10K in the morning ...
la, la, la.
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