date

Did I mention Bad Annie went on a date? a real date, like a real girl. Met him at the usual bar on the night of the big snowstorm. He followed up the next week, made plans ahead of time, put some thought into where we went, paid for the drinks, walked me to the subway, somewhat chaste kiss good-night, called the next day, texted a ‘good weekend’ after. Oh, I’m not at all into him, but it’s very, very nice to be able to say my last date was last week instead of 22 years ago.