index this motherfucker!

the first thing i wrote at that silent dating party?

vodka gimlet with rocks

and then later i wrote:

come here often? (which seemed pretty funny to me at the time)

but overall the silent dating was odd. felt a little like it should be a key party and turn into an eyes wide shut scenario and we should all start divulging our deepest darkest. but hell, only my therapist knows that shizz! and then one guy 'steve' wrote on his index card (that's what was scattered around the bar, lots and lots of index cards) that it'd be fun; soon it would feel like elementary school. i should relax. not fight it. (advice with an insidious undertone).

was elementary school fun? i cannot remember.