Demeanor: Ricotta-like: versatile, flexible
Feelings about the Olive Garden -- "I feel...I feel like you're putting me on the spot, right now. It's okay. I don't come here that often."
Reaction to the food, date, me, life itself: Currently under NDA, will be posted in 2023
"Oh my god, are those Crocs?" She has a look on her face like my shoes just crushed a puppy.
"I...I didn't think you'd see them. You were supposed to get up from the table first, and just walk away."
"I don't know how I feel right now."
And I meant it, too. Clearly, I flew too close to the sun with nature's most perfect footwear: a mistake I won't soon repeat.
...Unless I'm pretty sure I can get away with it. Gotta have my Crocs.
Erica is a charming young woman working in the video game industry, which is apparently a much bigger world than I thought, because I seem to keep running into them. She hails from the far east(ern coast of the United States: Georgia) and taught me a lot about the horrors of online dating as a woman. Most of the stories she asked I not repeat here on the blog, but they can generally be summed up like this: dudes are weird.
To Erica's credit, she did at least *attempt* to win me a giant cat pillow from the arcade. One day, it will be mine.
30 more dates to go.
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