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By this point, I just waited until my washer rinse and spin cycles were done so I put the clothes in the dryer on low and decided to go and grab some dinner. I had my book with me and about 30 minutes to kill. Dating in New York City can kind of suck and I'm starting to give up on the idea of meeting a mysterious stranger when I'm out.
And, there is a chance I have a date on Friday. Seriously, I just needed to clean my black dress and get some nourishment. I went into Tokyo Sushi and my favorite little guy was working and he said "Order to go? I said no, I'll dating disaster blog this evening and he put me at a little table by myself.
As you xisaster know, I can be a bit of a creature of habit. There was a man sitting at the sushi counter who was just paying so he walks by and sees that I am trying very hard to decide and he says "It's all delicious! He proceeds to say "Hi, I'm Mario. Can I sit down? Mario was born in the US, but grew up in Croatia.
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Here's a story worthy of a DD post, to be sure. But I am not the girl that normally grabs every man's attention in a bar. I kind of like it that way because I can sit there, enjoy my beverage with friends, and blend in just enough as to not get dxting dating disaster blog every The best free russian dating site head in a pub.
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