I dealt with a hangover and slept off some general anxiety and malaise. I got back to West Philadelphia in time to go on a date.
We met for drinks at Fiume, and within a reasonable amount of time we found topics to talk about. We were out late, and I drank very little. I held a delicious pint of pumpkin beer for an hour.
Dates are weird. I felt like I was supposed to kiss her. More accurately, I'd want to punch myself in the dick if I couldn't work up the courage. I have things to prove to myself.
I'm great at making friends, and a little hazy on all the other stuff.
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