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Went to a ravey thing last night. I was one of the very few who weren't wearing blacklight-reactive clothing, but I did at least honor the hostess's request to dress up. It was a '90s-themed party, which the DJs apparently took to mean early '90s. I... didn't hate that? The vibe was excellent, though.
Not enough sleep last night, followed by lunch down the hill with T. (She's discovered a rare place that serves a chicken pot pie consistent with her dietary restrictions.) My strategy of pursuing women to date through my (ahem) interests is definitely yielding fewer dates than working the apps like T, but she's not any fonder of the grind than I was.
Not enough sleep last night, followed by lunch down the hill with T. (She's discovered a rare place that serves a chicken pot pie consistent with her dietary restrictions.) My strategy of pursuing women to date through my (ahem) interests is definitely yielding fewer dates than working the apps like T, but she's not any fonder of the grind than I was.
