somnambulist  

So what happened with that bartender chick you were telling me about?

I finally managed to ask her out... and then, at the last second, instead of picking a date and getting her phone number... I left her mine, instead.

Oops. Still, that can be remedied. Plus now you can just go back and gauge her reaction, see if she was sincere, that kind of thing?

I did. We're on for next week. But she got back together with her ex just yesterday. One day. I missed by one. fucking. day.

Wow. You really do have a knack for this sort of thing. You'd better get a GPS tracker implanted before you ask out that Irish chick, just to be on the safe side.

It probably speaks volumes about me that being chained up in her cellar has some appeal. At least she mixes a good kamikaze!