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I was reminded somewhat brusquely last night that this was originally supposed to chronicle, in part, the follies and frolics of my dating life. It really hasn't, partly because things have been rather quiet (by choice! really!) on that front. Last night, went on a date, and was reminded that dates are like music reviews: they only make good copy when they're really bad. Had a pleasant time last night, will see her again -- isn't that just boring as shit?