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My good friend, Scott, is entering the holy bond of matrimony in three weeks. I have been given the honor of ushering the guests down the aisle at this ceremony of love, harmony, and eternal lunacy. All seemed fine and dandy until last night. I was enjoying a game of Texas Hold'em at Scott's house (chip leader I might add),when his older brother pointed out to us that the wedding was a mere 3/4 of a month away. Immediately I caught a cold run of cards like you read about and lost all my money. On the plus side, this means that the bachelor party is next weekend :) On the other hand...I have three weeks to find a date. Scott has inadvertently put me on a time schedule that, quite frankly, I'm not sure I can live up to...se la vie. I currently have three weeks, 21 days, to grow the balls that have eluded me for the past year...I have to ask a girl out. Now I could easily cop out and take one of my friends, but that would be too easy and would exclude me from the torment that I so surely desire. I have mentioned before that girls are crazy and scary...and I'm sticking to that, but tonight I begin the quest which I have so appropriately dubbed: "Mission: Impossible." I'll keep a running tab on the events that plague me over the next few weeks in my search for that one perfect girl...who is too nice to say no and has nothing else to do on that day. Wish me luck...I"ll need it.
Much Love,
Bo