Dinner of Mortification

October 13, 2008 at 1:17 pm (Dating)

I’ve been bemoaning my romantic dry spell lately, but Elizabeth’s latest entry reminds me that eating dinner by myself staring out my kitchen window is not necessarily a bad thing.


  1. zantimisfit said,

    Thank you for that link!! Are all her blog entries that good?

  2. Quiconque said,

    Yes, they are all that good.

  3. Ashy said,

    I think there was a surprising lack of mortification during that dinner. I hope Elizabeth meets that guy again so we can find out what the deal with the pants was, but even if she really gets to know him, we will probably never know the secret of the pants.

  4. Mama Ass said,

    He already said why. He likes to take it slow. That’s not good enough for you?

  5. ashyknees said,


  6. La Belle Helene said,

    Perhaps he thinks that skirts make access to womanly bits too easy.

  7. yoko said,

    Any answer you’ll get from him for pressing the pants issue (um, that sounds like ironing) is not going to make any more sense than his first answer.

    What was most mortifying was the crying bit. I hate watching men cry, especially over dinner, especially someone I don’t know well.

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