Border Towns and Exchange Rates
Last night, we went out to dinner…and had to bring our passports. We didn't fly to Italy in a private jet or anything crazy like that. We just went out for Chinese food in Canada, which is a five minute drive from my mother's house. It involves a time...Freaky Friday: The Bad Date Mini-Series
In this mini-series I'm calling Freaky Friday, I'm going to take a retrospective look at the anatomy of the date (including finances) and glean some life knowledge from my awful experiences (if only to make myself feel better and hopefully help you to avoid...Freaky Friday: The Bad Date Mini-Series Part Three
In this mini-series I’m calling Freaky Friday, I’m going to take a retrospective look at the anatomy of the date (including finances) and glean some life knowledge from my awful experiences (if only to make myself feel better and hopefully help you to avoid the same mistakes). Here’s round three. Names as usual are changed to protect the embarrassed.
In an unusual plot twist, this week it’s me starring as the terrible date. I know I seem kind of perfect (or at least more perfect then some of the fine specimens I’ve gone on a date with) but I too have made dating mistakes. I particular I think of one horrible date I have yet to recover from (which happens to be my only experience with eHarmony).
So with eHarmony you answer a seemingly ridiculous amount of questions about yourself. With the questions, you also rank the importance of the value on a scale. I remember being fairly liberal about most of this but I do remember a specific item I marked very important: no kids. At 22, I didn’t want no baby mama drama (I may not have been nurturing but at least I was honest).