So yeah, people might recall me saying a couple of weeks back that I'd actually got a girl to venture out on an evening with me (and without the benefit of a police escort, at that).
Well, contrary to my predictably dire expectations, it actually went really well. It was a little truncated, true, but we still had a superb chat, and I didn't make mention of any of my obsessions or anything Aspie-ish, except to say that I have it (she provided the definition for it, which I was relieved about
). I kind of wish I'd mentioned my love of the Natural History Museum a bit earlier, though, since she also loves that place to bits.
It was that kind of thing which meant I felt like we had much more in common than I'd previously imagined we would, and made me feel really at ease. Although the way that we both started railing against "kids today" was also somewhat comforting
Anyway, I don't have a new girlfriend, but what I do have is someone who told me I should look her up the next time I'm in London (without me having to ask), so we can hang out again. Which is probably more successful than I'd dared dream, to be honest.
Thus, thanks to this completely illogical and laws-of-the-universe-defying turn of events, the planet is doomed 
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Why so serious?