A date with density…

Why do I meet the hopeless ones?? I have a date – for want of a better word with a woman I have spoken about previously in the blog. I have avoided all contact for 2 weeks successfully de-toxing from my misfortune of actually liking her and was ready to move on. But some how, via the family curse and SMS, am I have a dinner with her Friday? Bet I’m dumb enough to pay…

Lookin fur lurve... Obi-a-man oneday….