Sitting at a bar, drinking, and waiting for a lull in the conversation to go pee is a boring first date.
Hi,
Let’s go to a monster truck rally. I’ve always wanted to do that. As a child I’d yell out, “Race fans… this Sunday Sunday Sunday it’s family truckster night. Load the kids up in the family truckster and battle to take on the fire breathing Golathon.”
There’s no excuse to have not been to one at this point in my life.
Cheers,
Anthony
There’s no excuse for her lack of a response. Maybe she’s still in the bathroom.