when: 17th september where: salami bonanza who: @peterpfeiffer
After yet another unsolicited dick pic, Orlaith had deleted the dating app from her phone. She’d only downloaded the thing and set up a profile under duress anyway. She hadn’t exactly missed having it on her phone, but admittedly it had been a convenient way to try and meet people. With her hours and how busy her side gig kept her she didn’t have a lot of free time. That was why, following a lengthy complain about it, she had accepted the offer of being set up on a blind date. Not her favourite way to meet a person, but better than a kick in the teeth. Besides, it wasn’t as if she was looking for anything serious, she had not enough time and too many secrets for that. Something casual or even just a friendship she would take.
Orlaith had never been to Salami Bonanza before, largely because it was called Salami Bonanza. How could you trust a restaurant with a name like that to do a good spaghetti? But when it had been suggested, she hadn’t wanted to come across as snobby by saying no. And anyway, if it was at all awkward, there was a pretty good ice breaking joke she could make right there in the restaurant name.
As she waited for her mysterious date to arrive, Orlaith wished she hadn’t forced herself not to hit her bong before she came. Oh well, too late now. She sipped at her beer instead.
