I like wine bars. Unlike most bars in LA, you can actually hear each other talk. Unfortunately, you can also hear your neighbors. Which is how I heard this gem of a comment made by a woman on a first date with a rather anemic looking young man.
“I tell my parents EVERYTHING about my dates.”
Yikes. He MUST be desperate.
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
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