And the Story Goes On I sat waiting. Having a drink before she shows sounded like a good idea, and a good thing to do. I wasn't used to blind dates. And going on a blind date that my younger sister set up for me seemed like even a worse idea. It reminded me of the time she had to pick me up from the airport. She arrived on a bicycle built for two. It probably would have been okay if it wasn't for the luggage. Not exactly a great idea. So, I sat waiting. Drinking. Wondering, what is this girl going to be like? This is the girl that my sister had described as a fun, outgoing, gal with a great personality. Decoded, that means lonely, desperate, and fat. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I, myself, am no longer in any kind of shape
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