A little while ago I went on a date with a chick named Erin. I went out with her a few times way back in 2006, but then she moved to London for the summer. She came back and we ran into each other on campus so I dug up her number and gave her a ring (telephone - not a band (ring - not a group)).
On a Saturday we went to the Lonestar Taqueria and then to the Coco Cafe where the hot chocolate is so thick, afterward, you needn't eat for days. After this we went to my place to watch Annie Hall (Woody at his best).
As it turns out, Lonestar and hot chocolate don't mix well. - You know, in the belly? My stomach was a bit disgruntled, but hers! - her stomach sounded like it was trying to get out of her body. We ignored it for an hour and a half. An hour ... and a half. Can we just talk for a minute about how awkward that gets? It was as though her stomach were commenting on the movie. It would say something - boldly, angrily - and we would continue watching the movie in silence, as if we agreed.
Dating is awesome.
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