Last night I had a full-length date with the guy I met through speed dating. We went to dinner at a restaurant more appropriate for large families with screaming babies (next to our table) and fat bikers who like their wings and their chicks hot, hot, hot! (next to our table), but it served the purpose for us. (Note that I think I’ve found a place that rivals Panera in hiring the flakiest wait staff in the world.)
Long story short: a six minute speed date was long enough for each of us to make the first cut of compatibility. Sixty minutes over bar food and screaming babies, not so much.
(Honestly, it was us – not the place – that didn’t click.)
Ah, well. I do believe there’s a lid for every pot. I can deal with a few cracks – even I have an itty bitty one (that’s a joke, I have 2, maybe 3) – but it has to be a good fit.
Where oh where are you, my crackpot of love?
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- I was looking for lids in all the wrong places…
- Hit me with your best pot…
- You… light up my kiln.
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Operators are standing by.
Help me out here people.