I remember dating. I’ve touched briefly on it. Briefly so as to not scare you all away with my crazy. So humor me (humour for my wild Canadian followers…y’all so cray cray with those U’s) and pretend like you believe me when I say that dating WAS PURE HELL!
Seriously check out my post here for what is the most horrible date ever! But I digress, Nicolas Cage. Yes him again. If I were doing my initial bar scan (you know when you walk in and look all around and mentally tag the cuties, the gay guys, and the hells to the no guys) and I scanned across this mug: