A big part of the reason we got together last night was because I had a rediculously bad blind date the night before with someone else and I knew with you things were a guarantee. I wasn't even interested in watching the movie we put on afterwards.
Despite our coloured past, I get that you like me a lot. I know that seeing you is probably not the smartest thing on my part.
Although I said you could, I really didn't want you to spend the night. I don't really have brunch plans in the morning; I only said that because I figured you'd opt to stay at your place rather than be woken early tomorrow if you stayed at mine. I'm glad it worked.
I lied when I told you I didn't know you were married. I assumed you had an arrangement that included the kind of fun we had.
Despite your recent declaration that you've parted ways and requested a divorce, you know as well as I do that we are not going to be together. I really wish we could be but it isn't going to happen so focus on fixing what's broken in your relationship. You love each other and you owe each other that.
I enjoyed dinner the other night but I not sure I'm that interested in seeing you again. I brought you back to my place afterwards as a test of our chemestry more than anything else and I feel like you failed. It should be easier than that.
I recognized you immediately as I approached you but only as a lesser attractive version than I was expecting. [Sigh ... yup, again]
Truth be told though, I enjoyed our conversation but I'm sorry there just is not a fit there. I hope I made that clear in the most polite way possible.
As we were chatting, I noticed my dinner date for tomorrow night was calling...
I really need to stop agreeing to some of these dates. Again, this one was over in my mind the minute it started.
The first thing I saw was your sunglasses and I'm sorry but if there is anyone who knows a thing or two about sunglasses, it's me. Yours looked rediculous on you. Only a certain person can wear a lense with that type of gradient fade to it. You're not one of those people.
When you said hello I thought your front teeth were going to reach out and bite me or something. I think if they were pushed back slightly, your face would be a happier place to look at.
I liked your suggestion of a wine bar for this date but after discovering the aforementioned unfortunate attributes you had, I knew I either had to fake an illness immediately or get us there as quick as possible so I could medicate this situation with a glass of chianti.
Upon arriving:
WINE STEWARD: What do you like? ME: I like chianti. WINE STEWARD: We have a nice... ME: I'll take it.
