This is the Hub on his 21st birthday.
In exactly one week, Tory Boy will be twenty-one.
We are old.
And here’s why I fell in love with the Hub:
Another interesting date…yawn. I’ve got eight more 11dot11 to write about, as well as other good numbers (9/10/11, anyone?), and I’ve already run out of stuff to say.
As this is a bad date post, I looked up bad date stories (I don’t have any myself as I haven’t been on a date since 1982), and came across this, which is funny because it’s not funny:
Well i had a date and my boyfriend was called Callum he was a ugly boy but i asked him out any way he said yes ! he dumped me a month later and i found out that that he was using me and the other day i saw him in the car and i made a rude face at him ha ha ha. ~Amy
And this one, which had me laughing out loud:
My boyfriend and I were at my house watching movies. My brother came in right as we were going to make out and threw a ball at the back of my head. It hit me and got my braces stuck to his. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get them unstuck. We stayed like that for 3 hours before we told my parents. They called the orthodontist and it was another hour before we got to the building and got unstuck. During that time though we had a good excuse for making out! ~Anonymous
Sorry this is a dull post; I guess dates aren’t as interesting when they happen all the time. There’s a word for it, actually: marriage.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)