Look, I know that this girl that I'm dating isn't exactly a perfect match. We've gone on 39 dates now. We've taken weekend trips up to the Bay Area and even ventured behind the Orange Curtain. And tonight, I even took her back home.
But the truth is, she only put out on one of those 39 dates. I mean, it took 33 straight dates before I even had a CHANCE of scoring with her.
But that one time: man, it was awesome, almost euphoric. I remember it well. First I got to second base. After that, I got to third base. I crossed home plate--if you know what I mean (wink wink!)--two times that evening. I know, right? Crazy. Man, that was a beautiful moment in time.
But sure, it got pretty dark right after that. In fact, if I think about the rest of the time in its entirety, it was a pretty dry spell. Actually, REALLY dry. For 38 of those 39 dates.
But really, it's going to turn around soon. I know I'm going to get lucky again soon. I'm a winner, right? I mean, maybe not a first-place winner, but even second place gets some scoring once in a while, right?