It's not technically the fourteenth anymore, but who cares? Here's my free-verse blank-form poem.
I couldn't think of anything to write.
so I asked a girl out
She said okay
I still can't think of anything to write.
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Well, congratulations.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
ReplyDeleteI'm not good at this dating thing. Any pointers?
Ooooh, nice! Where are you taking her? My pointers: be yourself and just have fun.
ReplyDeleteWe're going bowling on Sunday, if she's okay with waking up at 9.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am being myself. It's the one thing I'm good at doing. It's just too bad that myself is a big blubbering mass of weird.
She'll deal. She knew what she was getting into.
Yeah, I've never been able to figure dates out. Follow Ali's advice, which should be easy for you. I can't picture you being anything but you. Have fun!
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