Tonight I was picked up outside my apt in a town car by a dude and his driver, Abdul. We proceeded to go to my new favorite neighborhood restaurant to be the very obvious first date table and have the most expensive items on the menu, followed by Russia House for two versions of bartender recommended martinis, ie toptoptop shelf. And then I witnessed Abdul running at a full sprint to get the car when we walked out.

I was SO BORED the whole time.

Give me the poor fun guys any day. I’ll love you if you take me on a date to a library.