Trust the Process
Yeah, right.
So, I have no faith whatsoever in my approach to finding a date, meeting people, or whatever, right? In the past, when I have no faith in a proven method of success, I’ve been told to simply “trust the process”. On those rare occasions when I can do just that, it has, in fact, worked out quite well. And, yet, freakishly, I still have problems trusting the damn process. Right, well, I pay a nice man on a regular basis to help with those kinds of issues, so, as I mentioned last night, it’s back to the bookstore tonight.
I’ll be in the River Oaks Borders sometime after 7:00pm, but before 9:00pm. Most likely, I’ll be wandering around like I’ve got shell-shock, but, on the off chance you see a guy in a goatee wearing a dark, blue golf shirt with a light, blue infinity symbol on it, say hello. If you’re feeling a little lonely and brave, that is. I promise I will reward you by making you feel very intelligent, smooth and witty for doing so. If you wink at me, I might even buy you a piece of Bavarian Death Cake. (If you don’t get this reference, read the earliest post in the Bavarian Death Cake of Love category archive: Modern Love, a Survival Guide.) And, yes, I promise, if you clearly identify yourself as a blogger, I will not use my charm, wit or grace in a clumsy attempt to seduce you. You, however, are welcome to see how far you get with me.
Right, and on that note…
