bernard (supposedly a different bernard—where on earth did they all come from?) has beamed a smile at me.
given the fact that it is sunday morning, i just rolled out of bed, haven't even considered contacts, brushing my hair OR my teeth for that matter, it may be the most ridiculous thing ever.
and i love it. i can get a guy to smile at me without even wiping last night's eye crust away.
i may have just successfully grossed out any potential dates out there. perhaps i should be doing some sort of nun exploring activity rather than trying to find a soulmate.
hey, i never claimed to be the dating expert.
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