Dear future self,
If your brain says;
‘his name is voldermort, that’s probably a bad sign’
Then it is a bad sign.
As a part of my fruitless, drunken, persuit of my next great date or horizontal dance partner, on Thursday night I had one of my top gal pals accompany me to a bar in the city, and act as quality control for potential male talent (because lets face it, I need help). (more…)