The seventh Dream Date is about a drink.
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This Dream Date number 7.
Did we meet after a gig? I suppose I must have given you my number because, ever since then, you’ve been pushing me to go for a drink with you. Which is flattering, I suppose. You send me texts saying things like: “Hi there! I don’t know if you remember me. We should go for that drink! I’m free on Tuesday if you are.” And then a tongue hanging out panting emoji. Or… I mean, there might as well be. Sometimes, I ignore the texts. Sometimes, I text back something like: “Argh. Tuesday’s no good. Nightmare!” And sometimes I even put an x at the end, which you’ll take to mean a kiss but which is just the first initial of the name I like to pretend I go by. Sometimes, I notice that a fortnight’s gone by without a sign from you, and then I’ll text you something like: “Hey. You’ve gone quiet. Let me know when you’re free for that drink, yeah?” just to keep things ticking over. Because, although you need to realise that you’re not the only boi on my books, as it were, you are fit, and I don’t want you to stop texting. We might even meet. Eventually. Although… you’ll have to learn to calm down a bit first.
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