The taste of sweet, sweet victory

I'm happy to announce that I have (finally) crossed the mothereffin finish line. That's right ladies and gents, I successfully found four different people to date me.

To sum up the 4th date, it was successful in that we ate heaping piles of meat served on wax paper on a large tray with jars of beer. Could it get any sexier than that? B was super funny, smart, and just generally fun to be around. Not sure if B and I will enter dating territory, but I feel it was the best way to end this challenge - on a good note, embracing my carnivorous side and drinking Bud Light in a 32 oz styrofoam cup.

Eat, Pray, Post

Two of those three things now consume 93 percent of my weekly routine.

The other 7 percent? Dating.

Off balance, you say?

Oh hellllsno.

Because despite the recent breakup and subsequent date exhaustion, I'm boutsta pass y'all on the way to the finish line. See: woman in white.

That's right, I've got two dates lined up this weekend. And this time I've learned to space those babies out so I can adequately nurse hangover from Date #3 before jumping all cute into Date #4.

So pick up the pace and mark your calendars for Monday. If I'm lucky, I'll be crossing that finish line and doing a few laps on the repeats leaderboard while I wait for you suckas.

Love,

KT