Guess what happened? Corinne was on campus last week when the coolest girl ever walked up to her and said, "Are you the one with the blog?" People recognize us, and that makes us want to write more. Like seriously? Y'all rule the world. That gives me a tiny bit of hope that perhaps we're not the only ones getting stood up on Saturday nights...which leads me to our next story:
If blind dates aren't the worst thing to ever exist, prove it to me right now (this doesn't mean you can go out and hook me up with your awkward nephew or brother... UNLESS he's a 25-year-old lumber-sexual, has good style and is over 6'0". We'll talk). It started with the usual text of "I just gave my friend your number; he's going to call you". Is it sad when you get to the point where you're totally ok with this? It's like a missionary talking about their #1 finding tool, but the cat lady version. Pathetic, I know. So, in your experience, do they always call? No. But this one did and we made plans for the next Saturday. He said we'd keep in touch throughout the week and then... nothin'. Nada. Nunca. Fin. I heard deafening silence...zip. zilch. all week. Even up until the said planned event- Saturday night. So this is when we ask ourselves if we should hold any responsibility in contacting them. Our theory? Heck to the nooooo. A woman likes to be pursued! So that leads us to this moment:
Maybe this is just what we needed to get us back out for our fans' sakes.
