Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. It’s a fluke. Too much whiskey. Believe me when I say, it will NEVER happen again.
I’m trying not to take it personally. S**t happens. It was a blind date. She drank too much whiskey. I hope it wasn’t a reflection on me.
Okay, so the first date didn’t work out. But what happens when the second one doesn’t either?
Fate’s a funny thing. She likes him. He likes her.
They say the third time’s a charm….