Last Wednesday, the giant pimple on my face and I went Speed Dating. When my cousin had invited me a few weeks earlier, I absent-mindedly agreed, thinking that I would never really, actually go. At most, I’d maybe just tweet about that one time I almost went Speed Dating.
Wednesday came, along with the most spectacular display of adult acne. And it was cold. And I had nothing to wear. And I reeeally didn’t want to go and meet some crazy man who had gerbils for housemates and thought false nails were a look, for himself. But then my cousin reminded me of my New Year’s Resolutions and I thought of the blog post material the evening might produce. Curiosity took over in a force even bigger than my giant pimple, and so off into the cold night air my giant pimple and I went. Continue reading