FIRST DATE.
Rebounds are totally a normal, fun and OK thing to partake in. Right? “Right,” I thought to myself as I pushed the send button in a fit of boldness a couple of days ago. I may or may not have had an afternoon beer in my hand at the time. Hey! I’m 24! Leave me alone!
I had just sent a casual suggestion to grab drinks to a near-stranger via Twitter. You see, we’d been back-and-forthing on the very personal website for about a week and he seemed smart and cute and absolutely single. Otherwise, he’d never be able to be so active on all that social media. What did I have to lose? Besides, you know, dignity.
INTRODUCTION.
Oh hey there. For all intents and purposes, let’s just leave my name out of here. Hell, let’s leave all names out of here. All you need to know is that I am a 24-year-old gal living it up Brooklyn, at least for now. Besides a mild prowess for writing (or so my stuffed animals tell me), I have quite a knack of attracting the weirdest dudes and weirdest dude scenarios. Fresh from a very serious relationship and single for the first time in years, I’ve decided to embrace this absurd knack. I mean, if it makes a good story and I get some free vodka from it, what’s the harm?
