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Luck of the Irish? 1 Day, 2 Dates

Luck of the Irish? 1 Day, 2 Dates

I have seven minutes before my self-imposed blogging deadline of midnight (NZ time) to complete the day's writing assignment. Today, I went on my first dates since... since....forever. One happened over coffee this morning. Another happened over drinks and just wrapped up before midnight. I have few expectations of this dating thing beyond experiencing face-to-face conversations with persons of the opposite sex. Okay, conversations with single persons of the opposite sex. I enjoyed 2 conversations today. And that's just fine with me. Maybe it's the luck of the Irish, but I have no first-date horror stories to report. Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!

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  1. ChelseaCherieMarch 18, 2011 at 6:13 PM

    I'm pretty much jumping up and down right now reading this!! :) Missing all of you.

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  2. Dawn PickenMarch 19, 2011 at 4:08 AM

    Chelsea, We miss you, too! I thought of you and your Paris dude. Oo la-la :)

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  3. LucindaMarch 19, 2011 at 5:16 PM

    I'm proud of you for embracing bravery and conversation. Love.

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  4. Dawn PickenMarch 24, 2011 at 12:23 AM

    Luc, You are seriously one of the coolest chicks I know! Just thought I'd put it out there (again).

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