As I warned everyone when this thing started, I haven't been the best about blogging...but I'm working on it. I figure it may just be best to do one big update to catch up and then to try to start writing more regularly, again. Don't hold it against me when you don't hear from me again for another 4 months! ;)
the english wedding: My friend's English wedding was absolutely beautiful and the post-wedding vacation, was one of the greatest travel experiences I've had in a long time. Being a tourist is fun! Being a tourist in an English-speaking country is even more fun! Unfortunately, I didn't find love in England, but it was a blast all the same and I wouldn't trade the experience for anything!
adventures in online dating part 4 or "that thing": In my haste of catching up on my online dating experiences, I decided that this guy didn't need a whole entry to himself because he was a jerk and I'm not particularly interested in rehashing everything that happened in great detail. The basics--I met Vince on OkCupid one Saturday morning, we went on our first "dinner & a movie date" the very next day, then I took dinner and a movie to his apartment on Tuesday, and when we talked on Friday and Sunday. I thought things were pretty much over after our talks since we came to the conclusion that we didn't/couldn't agree on a few major issues and neither of us was willing to compromise. He called me out of the blue the next Friday to invite me to a party, we had a good weekend, a couple-y week, and he ended things the following Friday. It all boiled down to him wanting "that thing" and me not wanting to put out. His loss. And if you don't know what "that thing" is ask Ms. Lauyrn Hill.
office romance: The thing with Derek is over. I mean, I realized nothing was really there and I accepted the fact that nothing was ever going to be there...and I'm really comfortable with that conclusion. We've actually become really good friends over the past several months and I hang out with him and Troy and some other work friends on a pretty regular basis. I love that he still randomly texts me and asks me to come out for drinks, and I've had fun introducing him to my non-work friends. We spent the second half (post-midnight) of New Years together and he's asked me to come out a few more times since then.
the past: My ex-boyfriend, Malik, moved back to Houston around Thanksgiving (with the girlfriend in tow), and has not-so-surprisingly been texting & calling me to ask if I want to meet up. I know that "meeting up" is a really bad idea...so I've successfully been turning him down. I'll give him credit for his perseverance, though!
the future: In November, one of my co-workers told me that she's met "my future husband" who happens to be her cousin's son, Mark. She swore up and down for two months that this boy and I would be absolutely perfect for one another and kept trying to think of ways for us to meet. In late December, I told her that it would be easiest if we could just exchange a few emails to get to know one another that way, first, and wouldn't have some awkward introduction. She ended up giving me his email address, and I sent him an "introduction" email on December 20. He didn't write back. I feel like an idiot.
Back to the drawing board.
- L
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
adventures in online dating part 3: english rendezvous or what happens in england...
I debated about whether or not to put this entry in my "online dating" section because it doesn't exactly fit--but I did meet the guy online...and we did go on, what turned out to be, a date...and so here it is.
The back-story: When I was 14 years old, my family got a little something called the internet. I'm talking about the screeching & screaming dial-up connection that bumped you off-line anytime someone called on the phone. Which, in a family of 6, happened all of the time...until my parents broke down and got a second line. Well, back in my day, the internet was a fun and happy place to explore (Internet predators? What are those?) so, my fellow middle school friends and I spent our evenings in chatrooms chatting with each other and with people that lived all over the world.
One night, middle-school-me met a guy named Dave who was a college student in Scotland. Of course I lied, and told him I was 16 (hey, my 15th birthday was only weeks away) and we started an online friendship. We chatted for a few years, here and there [side note: I was a nerdy kid, but not nerdy enough to not have a real life outside of the internet...] and ended up keeping in touch as I moved, graduated from high school, went off to college, and got my first job. We grew very far apart over the years, usually just checking in with each other every few years with a random email here, or a postcard or Christmas card there. We became Facebook friends about a year ago, and randomly post on each others’ walls once in a while. We often joked about someday meeting up....
The present: So, as I mentioned in a couple of previous posts, I had a wedding in September to go to in England in a little town called Durham that is about 150 miles from the border of Scotland, and about a 3 hour drive from Dave. As the trip drew closer, Dave and I started talking more and more about the possibility of meeting up since we would actually be *so close* and hey, we were both honestly very curious about one another. When my trip itinerary came together, mixed with the wedding event schedule, we discovered that the Friday afternoon prior to the wedding would be the best time to meet up. So we agreed to it in a private Facebook message, just before it was time for me to dash to the airport to make my flight.
In Durham, I told my bride-to-be-friend about the planned rendezvous, and she gave the hardest time. "How can you possibly already have a date 3 days after you get to England?!?" I assured her and reassured her that it was definitely *not* a date, and that it was just going to be two old friends, meeting up for lunch. Nothing more. She assured me (jokingly, of course) that she was going to check-in on us at the coffee shop to make sure he seemed legit, and that he wasn't some crazy serial killer that wasn't going to get off on killing me and throwing my body into the river. Let’s hope not.
The day of the meeting was the day of my friend's bridal brunch. I opted for a cute black dress, a purple cardigan (the weather was beautiful!) and flat black, ballet-type, sparkly shoes. Dave and I made plans to meet at a cute coffee shop in Durham at noon for lunch, and I gave all of the girls my plans—as well as a copy of his picture, his phone number, and his last known address. The plan was that I’d hang out with Dave until about 3 pm (if things went well), and then I’d meet the girls to tour Durham Castle at 3 pm, and we’d make our way back to the church for the wedding rehearsal at 5 pm.
I was incredibly nervous. Dave was driving to Durham. I was ready to bail!
Here's how it went down:
11:58 am: I arrive at the coffee shop to look for Dave—I see no sign of him and decide to race to the loo because I think I just may throw up my entire brunch out of sheer nervousness.
12:07 pm: I thank God that I didn't lose my brunch, and head to the counter to order a drink. Yes, its always good to order first to avoid the awkward "Who's going to pay?" moments...and to have something to keep yourself occupied. I get a blended Italian cream soda and move to a little café table outside.
12:11 pm: Still no sign of Dave. I discover a "Welcome to Durham" travel brochure in my bag. This will keep me busy for a while.
12:16 pm: I finish reading the "Welcome to Durham" travel brochure cover to cover. No sign of Dave. I decide to move to a different seat. This particular coffee shop is on a busy street corner in town. Perhaps he’s walked by a few times and just didn’t see me?
12:28 pm: I bump into my bride-to-be friend and her mother. She's frantically apologizing—she didn’t intentionally stop by to check in on me, the coffee shop is on a busy street corner…but while she’s here…OMG—where is he? Her Mom is there, looking very confused until my friend quickly explains, "She's about to meet a guy she met online thirteen years ago!" And I know her mom is thinking, "Oh, my! What if he’s an internet sexual predator?!? Shouldn’t Chris Hansen be here?"
12:33 pm: I decide to move back to my original table—next to the door. I figure that he’d likely look for me inside, if he didn’t immediately see me outside, and I could always catch him that way.
12:46 pm: I see one of the girls walk by with a few souvenirs in tow and ask her if I can use her iPhone to check my Facebook messages, to see if he’s even still coming. I’d, indeed, received this message from him sent at 9:30 a.m.:
Well, I'm just about to set off. Hopefully I won't be late, but don't panic if I am. I'm sure I won't be too long. I'm wearing a mostly white t-shirt with a bit of blue on it. Well, see you in 2 and a half hours, hopefully.
And, indeed, at about 12:58 pm, I see a skinny, pale, English guy, jogging towards my table, who can only be Dave. He sat down next to me, slightly out of breath and everything just felt…well comfortable.
We commented, of course, on how strange it was to finally meet up, and he got a second wind and asked if I wanted to walk around the town for a bit. I think that we were both just too nervous to eat, so I was definitely up for that option.
We walked along the banks of the river that runs through the town and talked, and talked and talked some more. We caught up on family, work, past relationships, etc. It was literally like a movie: A picturesque, sunny, English day (very rare), the token couple making out on the river banks, and cute conversations.
Scene: Dave and I walking up a steep cobblestone path
Me: Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize we were going to do all of this walking! I totally wore the wrong shoes. My feet are killing me.
Dave: Well, if you can’t make it, I’ll carry you!
Me: You can’t carry me…I’m way too heavy!
Dave: Oh, I can do it. I’m strong! (Dave flexes his non-existent muscles)
Me: Umm…you were supposed to say, “No, you aren’t heavy!”
Dave: Oh, right...can we try it again?
*long pause*
Me: I totally wore the wrong shoes. My feet are killing me.
Dave: Well, if you can’t make it, I’ll carry you!
Me: You can’t carry me…I’m way too heavy!
Dave: You’re not heavy….but I’m also really strong!
Eh, I tried. :) We made our way to Durham Castle and took tons of pictures, and then I dragged him through town as I made my way to little boutiques to pick up souvenirs for my family. Around 2:30 we headed to a coffee shop, for more talking and as 3 pm drew close, we mutually decided that we weren’t ready for the date to end. He figured that if he waited to leave town, rush hour would end and the drive back to Scotland would be easier. I decided that I couldn’t manage the steep cobblestone-y walk back up to the Castle with the girls.
So, we met the girls to (show them that I was still alive and) tell them that I wasn’t going with them, but would instead see them at the church at 5 pm. Dave and I popped into a few bookstores, sports equipment stores, and electronics stores, and at about 4:55, he walked me to the church.
We stood on the curb outside of the church hugging and joking about how we should definitely do it all again…in 13 more years! And then, I pulled away from the hug and we looked into each others’ eyes. I think I said something like, “Umm…should we?...”
And he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.
I melted. We said our good-byes again and split ways. We didn’t end up seeing each other again during the trip because with the wedding stuff, and his plans, and my travel itinerary…it just wouldn’t work out. But, it was a really magical day that I will treasure always.
Now, make no mistake, I’m not about to pack up my belongings and move to Scotland. We were really just two old friends who met in England and had this really great day together…and happened to kiss each other because it felt right. But who knows, maybe we'll meet up again in another 13 years...Before Sunrise/Before Sunset - style.
-L
The back-story: When I was 14 years old, my family got a little something called the internet. I'm talking about the screeching & screaming dial-up connection that bumped you off-line anytime someone called on the phone. Which, in a family of 6, happened all of the time...until my parents broke down and got a second line. Well, back in my day, the internet was a fun and happy place to explore (Internet predators? What are those?) so, my fellow middle school friends and I spent our evenings in chatrooms chatting with each other and with people that lived all over the world.
One night, middle-school-me met a guy named Dave who was a college student in Scotland. Of course I lied, and told him I was 16 (hey, my 15th birthday was only weeks away) and we started an online friendship. We chatted for a few years, here and there [side note: I was a nerdy kid, but not nerdy enough to not have a real life outside of the internet...] and ended up keeping in touch as I moved, graduated from high school, went off to college, and got my first job. We grew very far apart over the years, usually just checking in with each other every few years with a random email here, or a postcard or Christmas card there. We became Facebook friends about a year ago, and randomly post on each others’ walls once in a while. We often joked about someday meeting up....
The present: So, as I mentioned in a couple of previous posts, I had a wedding in September to go to in England in a little town called Durham that is about 150 miles from the border of Scotland, and about a 3 hour drive from Dave. As the trip drew closer, Dave and I started talking more and more about the possibility of meeting up since we would actually be *so close* and hey, we were both honestly very curious about one another. When my trip itinerary came together, mixed with the wedding event schedule, we discovered that the Friday afternoon prior to the wedding would be the best time to meet up. So we agreed to it in a private Facebook message, just before it was time for me to dash to the airport to make my flight.
In Durham, I told my bride-to-be-friend about the planned rendezvous, and she gave the hardest time. "How can you possibly already have a date 3 days after you get to England?!?" I assured her and reassured her that it was definitely *not* a date, and that it was just going to be two old friends, meeting up for lunch. Nothing more. She assured me (jokingly, of course) that she was going to check-in on us at the coffee shop to make sure he seemed legit, and that he wasn't some crazy serial killer that wasn't going to get off on killing me and throwing my body into the river. Let’s hope not.
The day of the meeting was the day of my friend's bridal brunch. I opted for a cute black dress, a purple cardigan (the weather was beautiful!) and flat black, ballet-type, sparkly shoes. Dave and I made plans to meet at a cute coffee shop in Durham at noon for lunch, and I gave all of the girls my plans—as well as a copy of his picture, his phone number, and his last known address. The plan was that I’d hang out with Dave until about 3 pm (if things went well), and then I’d meet the girls to tour Durham Castle at 3 pm, and we’d make our way back to the church for the wedding rehearsal at 5 pm.
I was incredibly nervous. Dave was driving to Durham. I was ready to bail!
Here's how it went down:
11:58 am: I arrive at the coffee shop to look for Dave—I see no sign of him and decide to race to the loo because I think I just may throw up my entire brunch out of sheer nervousness.
12:07 pm: I thank God that I didn't lose my brunch, and head to the counter to order a drink. Yes, its always good to order first to avoid the awkward "Who's going to pay?" moments...and to have something to keep yourself occupied. I get a blended Italian cream soda and move to a little café table outside.
12:11 pm: Still no sign of Dave. I discover a "Welcome to Durham" travel brochure in my bag. This will keep me busy for a while.
12:16 pm: I finish reading the "Welcome to Durham" travel brochure cover to cover. No sign of Dave. I decide to move to a different seat. This particular coffee shop is on a busy street corner in town. Perhaps he’s walked by a few times and just didn’t see me?
12:28 pm: I bump into my bride-to-be friend and her mother. She's frantically apologizing—she didn’t intentionally stop by to check in on me, the coffee shop is on a busy street corner…but while she’s here…OMG—where is he? Her Mom is there, looking very confused until my friend quickly explains, "She's about to meet a guy she met online thirteen years ago!" And I know her mom is thinking, "Oh, my! What if he’s an internet sexual predator?!? Shouldn’t Chris Hansen be here?"
12:33 pm: I decide to move back to my original table—next to the door. I figure that he’d likely look for me inside, if he didn’t immediately see me outside, and I could always catch him that way.
12:46 pm: I see one of the girls walk by with a few souvenirs in tow and ask her if I can use her iPhone to check my Facebook messages, to see if he’s even still coming. I’d, indeed, received this message from him sent at 9:30 a.m.:
Well, I'm just about to set off. Hopefully I won't be late, but don't panic if I am. I'm sure I won't be too long. I'm wearing a mostly white t-shirt with a bit of blue on it. Well, see you in 2 and a half hours, hopefully.
And, indeed, at about 12:58 pm, I see a skinny, pale, English guy, jogging towards my table, who can only be Dave. He sat down next to me, slightly out of breath and everything just felt…well comfortable.
We commented, of course, on how strange it was to finally meet up, and he got a second wind and asked if I wanted to walk around the town for a bit. I think that we were both just too nervous to eat, so I was definitely up for that option.
We walked along the banks of the river that runs through the town and talked, and talked and talked some more. We caught up on family, work, past relationships, etc. It was literally like a movie: A picturesque, sunny, English day (very rare), the token couple making out on the river banks, and cute conversations.
Scene: Dave and I walking up a steep cobblestone path
Me: Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize we were going to do all of this walking! I totally wore the wrong shoes. My feet are killing me.
Dave: Well, if you can’t make it, I’ll carry you!
Me: You can’t carry me…I’m way too heavy!
Dave: Oh, I can do it. I’m strong! (Dave flexes his non-existent muscles)
Me: Umm…you were supposed to say, “No, you aren’t heavy!”
Dave: Oh, right...can we try it again?
*long pause*
Me: I totally wore the wrong shoes. My feet are killing me.
Dave: Well, if you can’t make it, I’ll carry you!
Me: You can’t carry me…I’m way too heavy!
Dave: You’re not heavy….but I’m also really strong!
Eh, I tried. :) We made our way to Durham Castle and took tons of pictures, and then I dragged him through town as I made my way to little boutiques to pick up souvenirs for my family. Around 2:30 we headed to a coffee shop, for more talking and as 3 pm drew close, we mutually decided that we weren’t ready for the date to end. He figured that if he waited to leave town, rush hour would end and the drive back to Scotland would be easier. I decided that I couldn’t manage the steep cobblestone-y walk back up to the Castle with the girls.
So, we met the girls to (show them that I was still alive and) tell them that I wasn’t going with them, but would instead see them at the church at 5 pm. Dave and I popped into a few bookstores, sports equipment stores, and electronics stores, and at about 4:55, he walked me to the church.
We stood on the curb outside of the church hugging and joking about how we should definitely do it all again…in 13 more years! And then, I pulled away from the hug and we looked into each others’ eyes. I think I said something like, “Umm…should we?...”
And he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.
I melted. We said our good-byes again and split ways. We didn’t end up seeing each other again during the trip because with the wedding stuff, and his plans, and my travel itinerary…it just wouldn’t work out. But, it was a really magical day that I will treasure always.
Now, make no mistake, I’m not about to pack up my belongings and move to Scotland. We were really just two old friends who met in England and had this really great day together…and happened to kiss each other because it felt right. But who knows, maybe we'll meet up again in another 13 years...Before Sunrise/Before Sunset - style.
-L
Friday, July 9, 2010
where have I been?
I have been terrible about keeping up with this thing, but in my defense its because, relationship-wise, nothing thrilling has happened to me in the past month, so there hasn't been much to write about. I'm getting kinda discouraged.
the updates:
speed-dating: 2 of the 4 girls that went speed-dating went on dates with boys from the event. I am not one of them. All 4 of us matched with the same guy, and he chose to ask out my one of the other girls. 2 of the girls matched with the same other guy, who asked both of them out...and one of them accepted. I have to say 50% is pretty fair odds, right?
curtis: I still haven't rekindled the friendship with my most recent ex-boyfriend...and I'm still not sure if I'd like to. He's tried Gmail chatting with me a couple of times and has sent a few texts since our last awkward encounter, but I'm still getting this uneasy feeling in my tummy when I think about seeing him. its been 3 months at this point, but I think we need more time.
the wedding: My friends WI wedding was absolutely beautiful! I was worried a bit about traveling alone...well, I guess I shouldn't say "worried" per say, but I was wishing that I had someone to accompany me. But, everything actually turned out really well. I mapped a few art boutiques and restaurants that I wanted to check out and actually appreciated having the freedom to explore alone. On my trip back, I kept thinking about how differently the weekend would have been if I'd gone with a date.
office romance: After my latest non-intentional rejection to Derek, I think that he's completely given up on me. I've tried texting him a bit here and there...and he responds, but just doesn't really ask me to hang out anymore. I don't blame him, I'd give up on me too...but I'm secretly hoping he hasn't completely lost hope that I will hang out with him. But, the surprising twist is that I was texting him from the airport on Sunday and...apparently, he got the dates of the concert mixed up and its actually not until July 24th. I re-invited myself to go with him by saying "if the invitation still stands, I'd love to go" so...it looks like that may possibly be a go in a couple of weeks.
We'll see...
- L
the updates:
speed-dating: 2 of the 4 girls that went speed-dating went on dates with boys from the event. I am not one of them. All 4 of us matched with the same guy, and he chose to ask out my one of the other girls. 2 of the girls matched with the same other guy, who asked both of them out...and one of them accepted. I have to say 50% is pretty fair odds, right?
curtis: I still haven't rekindled the friendship with my most recent ex-boyfriend...and I'm still not sure if I'd like to. He's tried Gmail chatting with me a couple of times and has sent a few texts since our last awkward encounter, but I'm still getting this uneasy feeling in my tummy when I think about seeing him. its been 3 months at this point, but I think we need more time.
the wedding: My friends WI wedding was absolutely beautiful! I was worried a bit about traveling alone...well, I guess I shouldn't say "worried" per say, but I was wishing that I had someone to accompany me. But, everything actually turned out really well. I mapped a few art boutiques and restaurants that I wanted to check out and actually appreciated having the freedom to explore alone. On my trip back, I kept thinking about how differently the weekend would have been if I'd gone with a date.
office romance: After my latest non-intentional rejection to Derek, I think that he's completely given up on me. I've tried texting him a bit here and there...and he responds, but just doesn't really ask me to hang out anymore. I don't blame him, I'd give up on me too...but I'm secretly hoping he hasn't completely lost hope that I will hang out with him. But, the surprising twist is that I was texting him from the airport on Sunday and...apparently, he got the dates of the concert mixed up and its actually not until July 24th. I re-invited myself to go with him by saying "if the invitation still stands, I'd love to go" so...it looks like that may possibly be a go in a couple of weeks.
We'll see...
- L
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
single girl takes a stand
So, I decided yesterday to just suck it up and to buy a plane ticket to Milwaukee, WI (about 45 mins from the wedding site), rather than Chicago. I was able to get a ticket that was only about $75 more expensive than the Chicago tickets I'd been looking into, and I figure that I can handle a 45 minute drive alone in just one "foreign" state. Plus, when you factor in the cost of gas, its pretty much the same, right? While my friend offered to include me in the airport carpools that he is trying to arrange, I think that I'm just going to rent a car for myself so that I can do some exploring on my own. I'll also have control on when I head to/from the airport. I fly in on Friday, July 2, and return back to Houston in time for the 4th festivities, and a day off on the 5th.
I'm so excited about the wedding! I can't wait to see a few old college friends and to finally meet the girl that my friend is marrying, after hearing so much about her! Also looking forward to traveling to & exploring somewhere new. And, who knows? Maybe I'll meet a Wisconsin cheese-maker on the airplane and will fall madly in love!!!
Yeah right!
- L
I'm so excited about the wedding! I can't wait to see a few old college friends and to finally meet the girl that my friend is marrying, after hearing so much about her! Also looking forward to traveling to & exploring somewhere new. And, who knows? Maybe I'll meet a Wisconsin cheese-maker on the airplane and will fall madly in love!!!
Yeah right!
- L
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
single girl seeks wedding date, stat!
About a week or two ago I received an invitation in the mail from one of my super-close college guy friends who is getting married in Wisconsin the weekend of the 4th of July. I'd known about the wedding since December. This is one wedding that I definitely wouldn't want to miss because he was definitely one of my best friends at school (especially during senior year).
However, I'm trying to figure out what I should do. See, while the wedding is in Wisconsin, it is literally like $200 cheaper to fly through Chicago. My ex-bf, Chris, had friends in Chicago so we'd planned to fly into Chicago on the 2nd, visit his friends, drive to WI on the 3rd for the wedding, continue sight-seeing in Chicago on the 4th & 5th and then return home late Monday night. The plan was perfect! Until, we broke up of course. Towards the end of the relationship, when the end was in sight, I intentionally avoided any "lets purchase plane tickets" chatter because I knew the relationship was over, and thought it would be incredibly awkward to go through with buying the ticket knowing that we weren't going to make it.
So, now I'm facing a huge dilemma. I've found a great flight that departs Houston on Friday evening, arriving in Chicago at around 10 pm. And then returning to Houston on Sunday, the 4th prior to the holiday festivities. To me, it makes more sense for me to fly in on Friday night, the night before the wedding, so as not to miss any of the wedding on Saturday, especially in case the flight is delayed or the rental car company has a hard time finding my reservation. But, I'm just not certain that I'm up for making a 2.5 hour drive alone through two "foreign" states at 11 pm on a Friday night. Or, if I'm even comfortable reserving a hotel in Chicago and making that same drive alone on Saturday morning.
Basically, I need/want/would love some company!
So, here's my plea: (1) Is anyone interested in going to Chicago with me?!? While I can't pay for your ticket, I'd definitely cover your lodging, food, transportation, etc. (2) If you cannot come, do you have a friend in Chicago that'd be up for being my wedding date?
Seriously?
- L
However, I'm trying to figure out what I should do. See, while the wedding is in Wisconsin, it is literally like $200 cheaper to fly through Chicago. My ex-bf, Chris, had friends in Chicago so we'd planned to fly into Chicago on the 2nd, visit his friends, drive to WI on the 3rd for the wedding, continue sight-seeing in Chicago on the 4th & 5th and then return home late Monday night. The plan was perfect! Until, we broke up of course. Towards the end of the relationship, when the end was in sight, I intentionally avoided any "lets purchase plane tickets" chatter because I knew the relationship was over, and thought it would be incredibly awkward to go through with buying the ticket knowing that we weren't going to make it.
So, now I'm facing a huge dilemma. I've found a great flight that departs Houston on Friday evening, arriving in Chicago at around 10 pm. And then returning to Houston on Sunday, the 4th prior to the holiday festivities. To me, it makes more sense for me to fly in on Friday night, the night before the wedding, so as not to miss any of the wedding on Saturday, especially in case the flight is delayed or the rental car company has a hard time finding my reservation. But, I'm just not certain that I'm up for making a 2.5 hour drive alone through two "foreign" states at 11 pm on a Friday night. Or, if I'm even comfortable reserving a hotel in Chicago and making that same drive alone on Saturday morning.
Basically, I need/want/would love some company!
So, here's my plea: (1) Is anyone interested in going to Chicago with me?!? While I can't pay for your ticket, I'd definitely cover your lodging, food, transportation, etc. (2) If you cannot come, do you have a friend in Chicago that'd be up for being my wedding date?
Seriously?
- L
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