Ideal date:
You pick me up. We get tacos. But not just any tacos. The kind you find in the sketchiest of restaurants. Locally owned. Not a chain.
You realize how much you love eating tacos, and I am taken aback at how much I love meat.
You eat my taco. I get repeatedly stuffed by your meat.
You take me out for ice cream later. I like Jeni’s.
Don’t be far away. Please be willing to have a conversation. And for gods sake, make me fucking laugh.

