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Sorry to confuse you folks with another date out of order.  This is a date to replace another date that didn’t happen with Roo. He ended up being sketchy.

Date twenty-three with Pilot was not planned.  Pilot (meet Pilot here) had happened to be close by unkowingly and I still needed to take my dog out before bed.  I gave him some coordinates and a park where to meet.  15 minutes later, Pilot was charming the pants off my pup (no, she doesn’t really wear pants, don’t be ridiculous) and I was impressed.  We walked for blocks and blocks in the crisp air and talked a hundred different topics.  We returned to the park, and neither of us was ready to say goodnight.  We headed over to the swings and looked at the stars and talked and swung (swinged?) and talked and talked.  Well past midnight, we were both shivering and ready to call it a night.

I think he might have wanted to kiss me, but he didn’t.  I made the goodbye hug awkward and turned away; oops.  Super stoked to see Pilot again.  Waiting for the bubble to burst.  That kind of date encourages the mushy romance out of me.  I start to play my favourite love songs.  Enjoy:

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