Two nights ago I was on a date. A date where I've had the same thought for the last twenty years: Don't Blow It.
And like the last 20 years, I enjoyed a delicious meal of tofu, seated across from a stunning girl, trying my best to impress her.
The goal for two nights ago remains the same as it has been for the last twenty years: try to get another date with this same girl. So far, so good. But I'm not getting cocky.