Second weekend in January, second first date of the year.
I'm about to leave to go meet Mr. Racecar. We are meeting at a pub (all i requested was relaxed, and quiet where they wouldn't kick us out for staying too long). If we hit it off we will head to the casino.
I'm excited. I know. Don't put the cart before the horse. But so far, i like talking to him. He's new but familiar in a lot of ways. The car stuff. Thats the kind of thing i'm used to. comfortable with. It's the kind of men i'm comfortable with.
God knows i've spent enough time in garages. Maybe this time i'll get to be at the racing track WITH the racer.
Wish me luck. I'd hate to have to have 50 more first dates this year.
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