This guy is a good egg, y’all.
Despite the preemption of our date by football, he didn’t ignore me all day.
I don’t really understand the allure of drinking beer starting at 7:30 in the morning, but I’m sure I do crazy shit at an early hour others would find unappealing. He let me know he was a bit tipsy by 9:30. When I asked him to pace himself, be sure to eat, and drink water, he said he would. “Thanks, sweetness,” I said. “You’re welcome, kickassness,” he replied.
He sent me a photo of himself later in the day. Did I mention that he is handsome? He is.
I look forward to having fun with him next weekend.