So long, RVA!
Date #47 was Date #46, given a second chance. If you’ll remember, he was a Navy SEAL with the creepy intensity of a serial killer who stood me up in the middle of our first date. However, I silenced the voice in my head that whispered, “It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again” long enough to give him another try.
Date #46 was a walking, talking, devastatingly handsome red flag, right from the beginning. He picked me up in the Women’s Shoes section of a mall department store. I’m not really sure why this didn’t seem odd at the time. I guess I couldn’t see past the good looking, a chronic, life-long affliction for me.
Date #27 was a writer who hit on me on MySpace. He was about ten years older than I and, according to his profile, we had little in common. Still, I was bored and hungry (duh, chunky!) and agreed to meet him for appys and drinks at an upscale Asian restaurant.
Let’s give a warm, hearty, RVANews welcome to our newest weekly column from the sassiest of the sassy: The Checkout Girl. Don’t say we never gave you anything.
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