My friend called back and I will meet the mystery woman some Friday soon. Which Friday, this one or the next, isn't yet clear. If she only knew, I am forsaking a night out hitting a ball over a net, just for her. It must be love. That was a joke. But I figure I can spend quality time on a court with friends any Friday night. So she wins out, handedly. I still don't like the idea going into this thing blind. Does that make it a blind date? Even worse, a blind date with two observers, or chaperones. Ok, chaperones is another joke. I am sure if myself and the mystery woman (not her official nick name because at some point she will become less of a mystery) wanted to go off and have adult time alone, my friend would be more than happy. After all he was the same guy that convinced his sister in law to play strip lawn darts. But that is another story... Wish me luck and wittiness.
To Friday with WONDER...
Kevin
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