Fifty-one was the guy who left the biggest impression on me during speed dating. Within those 5-7 minutes he gave me a hug, a high five, made up a fantastic story about how I injured my foot, and told me his address (he seriously lives 1 block away from me). Out of all the men there, he was the one I thought, "Yes, this guy and I could get along and share lots of laughs." However, my friend's thought was, "Um, I'm pretty sure he's gay and just came to support his friends." Either way he and I wrote down each other's names down and were matched.
After my foot surgery I was told to stay off my feet as much as possible, so I decided I would be good and only leave my house for work and dates. It turns out I don't like sitting at home (although I'm lucky to have amazing friends who come by and entertain me), so obviously I've been trying to go on as many dates as possible. I sent Fifty-one an email asking if he'd like to go out and explore our neighborhood together. That was a few days ago, and I haven't heard back from him yet. Which is probably a good thing because maybe I should listen to my doctor and just try to be lazy. On the other hand, Fifty-one did give me his address. I kid, I kid. I'm not that desperate for attention and entertainment to be the creepy girl on crutches ringing his doorbell.
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