I ran out of wine, and while I prepared my little bowl of pasta for lunch, it seriously saddened me that I would have to eat it without a nice glass of Zinfandel or Cabernet. I guess I'm developing a psychological dependency. Either that or I've been infected by nano-probes that alter my DNA and turn me into an Italian. I think they put it into the Parmeggiano Reggiano before they age it.
In other news, I'm going on another date tomorrow. With a different person! I'm such a casanova. It's just lunch, though. Or, actually, pre-lunch. We haven't talked about lunch options yet. Does that count? Coffee and lunch are things that friends would do, right? So it's a semi-blind potential friends date, or something.
In other news, I'm going on another date tomorrow. With a different person! I'm such a casanova. It's just lunch, though. Or, actually, pre-lunch. We haven't talked about lunch options yet. Does that count? Coffee and lunch are things that friends would do, right? So it's a semi-blind potential friends date, or something.
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Oh, und wie kommst du in die USA? Aus welcher schnen Stadt stammst du denn ursprnglich?