About one second in the mind of Kapitano:
I should put something on the blog. Oh I know, I'll go on a date and write it up.
That's not why people go on dates.
Oh yeah.
And I don't like going on dates.
Oh yeah.
And I'm happily single.
Oh right, yeah. I forgot that.
That's a lot of thoughts in one second!
ReplyDeleteA second in my mind would be like, Huh?...I need more time to compose coherent thoughts!
Well, it might have been two seconds.
ReplyDeleteIt can take two seconds to have an idea, but an hour to put it into words.
You would martyr yourself on a date just so we’d have something to read?
ReplyDeleteYou would martyr yourself on a date just so we’d have something to read?
ReplyDeleteIt might not be a martyring experience. Some books speculate that a date might go well - ending in flowers, chocolates and marriage. And chocolates are good.
Don't believe everything you read. My one and only real "date" ended in food poisoning. Even worse, there was no chocolate!
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ReplyDeleteMy last real date resulted in us both getting food poisoning...from different sources. Mine was a celebratory burger from a late night fast food joint after we'd said goodnight. I'm not sure where his came from - but he blamed it on our goodnight kiss.
It was therefore a few weeks before we met up again.
Details, if you really want them, here.
Wow, that was quite... er, descriptive.
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