The adventure of my first non-engineer date with TrackBoy.
Date number one: Went well. Had a blast. Laughed and talk for three hours straight.
Date number two: He couldn't find the house, lost my phone number, showed up two point five hours late and brought his roommate. His roommate with the same attention needs of a 3-year-old little boy that owns a slingshot. And he's Canadian.
Date number three: Went to an outdoor play, roommate came too, kept throwing pieces of the cork, grass, shoes at us. Wanted to call immigration. Got drunk instead.
Unfortunately, TrackBoy was busy every weekend the following month and I made myself unavailable the entire next month. Darn. So much for blind dates.