Only three days after our date, come off my cloud to realize...
I BROKE MY TOE.
WEDGED UNDER HIM ON THE COUCH WHILE WE WERE MAKING OUT LIKE SCHOOLKIDS.
Like, a SERIOUS BREAK DOWN BY THE KNUCKLE.
And I didn't care or notice until now. It looks ghastly. I still pretty much don't care. Even that I don't have health insurance.
Guess scientists aren't kidding about the raging sex drive of women my age.
What type of protection should I be wearing to my DARK KNIGHT date with bachelor #2 tomorrow? I'm fearing for my safety.
Funny how NOW that I know about it, it throbs...hahaha...