Dear Doc,
You had me at the studly picture of you in a race car jump suit. I like going fast.
My dad has been encouraging me to marry a doctor or a lawyer. I'm not ready to settle down, but I like where his head's at. He knows what it takes to keep this operation going. He's been dealing with it for 27 years.
So you're from Long Island. I'll let that one slide. My college ex is from Long Island and I LOATHED going there, but you went to Chaminade. I know that scene. Point for you.
Notre Dame. I'm Irish. Point.
Your 1 beer to my 2. -1 point for you or me? Haven't decided. Watching a man nurse a beer like that is confusing.
Asking for the check after 1.5 hrs. -1 point for me. Or so I thought until you texted me this morning already asking me out again. I'm awarding myself 2 Points there.
You sail. Point.
You have a car. Point.
You're outdoorsy. We'll cross that bridge later.
You and your brother are named after a cat mouse duo in cartoon form. Good one parents. Good one.
Not going to claim that you knocked my socks off, but you're handsome, get along with your mom, and could end up being a great catch. Everyone deserves a few chances in my book. Unless you punch me in the face I let stuff roll off.
Even Sir Slurs a Lot is queuing for round 2.
Until next time Doc.
BWinTBC
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