It Got Me Thinking...About Set-ups - Life Without Baby
I had more than my share of bad dates during my single years, but one stands out from the crowd of mis-matches: He huffed ’n’ puffed during the flat, 10-minute walk to dinner (I was training for a half marathon), he complained about the food at the restaurant I’d recommended (Who doesn’t like Italian?), and he griped that all the women in California were snobby b*tches (Um, hello?). As soon as I got home, I called my friend and asked why she’d set us up. “You’re both single,” she said.
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