In which I take myself out on a date.
Tonight I took myself out for Mexican food, then I went to see Casino Royale, and then I bought myself two drinks at the Dead Cock. Then I came home. I was such a wonderfully kick-ass date that I’ll probably put out for myself later. I probably won’t buy me any flowers, though, or call me within three days.
I loved the movie! The new Bond is hot! And I really want to try the drink he recites:
three measures of gin
one of vodka
half of Lillet Blanc
I had to look up Lillet Blanc; it’s a French vermouth. I’m not much of a martini gal, but I want to try one anyway!
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I love that there is a bar called the Dead Cock.
There isn’t. The real name is the Red Rock, but that’s stupid, so we call it the Dead Cock instead. -m
yay for self-dating! 🙂
Nobody does it better. And I always know exactly what sort of mood I’m in. 😉 -m
Sounds like you treated you well, I mean dinner, movie, drinks – I think you need to put out for you, I mean you paid, right? The drink does sound good.
I totally treated myself right, right through to the very end of the evening. And then I left like the gentleman I am, so I could have the damn bed to myself. But I did give myself my real number, rather than a fake one, in case I want to call myself later for another date. (Snort!) -m
A friend of mine refers to Lillet Blanc as French lemonade, excellent served over ice.
Ooh, interesting. -m
I’ve had some of the best dates of my life in the past few months, and all of them were with myself. Good for you!
Yay you! 😉 -m
I used to (in my self-centered youth) believe that dating the female version of myself would be the ultimate. Yes, I thought I was that awesome. And then I found the female version of myself. (We even had the same birthday!) I dated her for a month, and concluded that I am an obnoxious idiot… on the plus side, I was an awesome lay.
You mean the girl you was an awesome lay. Not *exactly* the same thing now, is it. (*chuckle*) -m
I’m willing to volunteer for finding how exactly how awesome a lay shenry is. 😉
On the other hand, I’m going to take a page from your book, and definitely try to take myself out on more dates. There’s not a whole lot else to do, and I deserve a good time, dammit!
I’d also volunteer to take a Shenry test drive (is the man freakin’ CUTE or WHAT?!?) but I’m afraid of Silver.
Yes, it seems the thing is to spoil one’s self rotten when no one else seems to be stepping up to do it! -m