Not enough likker in the world for the disaster of a date I went on today. Even my perennial favorite of eggs Benedict and mimosas was not worth it. I can sum it up in 4 easy points.
1. At the tender age of 38, still lives with his parents.
2. Describes, in detail, his struggle with Chron's disease and anxiety disorder while we eat.
3. Can't stop attempting to paw me with his big, chubby, sweaty hands.
4. Has balls large enough to ask, "can you at least leave the tip?"
I F$%&ing give up.
xoElla














