March 29, 2010
This is a problem for me. Obviously, there's no way I'm gonna kiss you. Hell, there's no way that I even want to talk to you. I have a strict no-chapped-lip rule in all facets of my life: Get the memo!
If this date had an eject button, I'd push it. It's not like you need to find plutonium to get you back to 1985, you just need to NOT look like you've been playing tongue hockey with gravel for the past four hours. Chapstick is available pretty much everywhere so there's no excuse for this. I...I...can't even look at you. Check, please!