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Okay so this is a 'no judgement' blog, right?
Tonight I went along to Caffe Baci downtown with Dr G, to support my friend Bork, who was the MC at a singles auction. I had told her rather point-blank that I don't pay for dates and, even though the evening was raising funds for little kid soldiers in Uganda, I wasn't about to fork out for a fella.
Well who the hell was I kidding?!
After two vodka limes, I spent $75 on a date with a Chicago firefighter. And he's 23 years old. And he knows nothing about the restaurant we're going to, where we stand to enjoy a 3 course meal (plus wine pairings).
I have no desire to share with Mr Fireman that I got the best end of this deal. The dinner itself is valid at over $100 and I am pretty thrilled about that. And yes, whatever, I helped a good cause yadda yadda.
So why did I bid for him? I don't know. The auctioneers were friends of mine, I got caught up in the spirit of the evening, and I did something good for other people. Ugh it's enough to make you vomit.
And it's probably the only opportunity I'll ever get to legitimately date a 23 year old. So bear with me. I'll tell you all about it later.