Anyone Wanna Come to Your Date Night With Me?

It’s that time of year again. Leaves are turning, the sun is setting earlier, and downtowns are booked out for the next three weeks. We all know what that means. Wink wink.

Cutting to the chase for those of you who are still confused: anyone wanna come to your date night with me? 

I’m smart (obviously, I go here). I’m funny (obviously, I wrote this). I’m pretty. Not drop dead, but on a good day, I could be anywhere from a 6 to a 7. For you, I’d be willing to push into lower 8 territory. 

It’s even ok if you hate me. Don’t worry, you can bring me and I won’t even get in the way. Your date night’s at Roar? I’ll go make out with the buffalo chicken wings. Your date night’s on a boat? I swam my school’s record in water treading. Your date night’s at that cool place in Fishtown? I’ve got a raging nicotine addiction. I’ll just stand outside and smoke the whole time!

I’m keeping it brief. If you’re interested, so am I. Bouse need not apply– and if you think I’m talking about you, I am.