At what point do you consider yourself desperate? Like, you’re willing to ask a random person you’ve never met to spend three hours at a football game with you? Doesn’t that just reek of desperation?
so i get these tickets to a game - great, thanks for thinking of me - i mean really, i appreciate it. "i'm sure you can find someone to go with you..." yea, thanks, rub that in.
so - i set about trying to find someone to go with me. yup - not feelin the love. so, i'm thinking my plan is to get one of those signs the scalpers wear and print on it "ticket available - but you have to sit next to me". which, while funny, could be highly detrimental to my psyche. really, do you want people to walk up to you during your "free ticket, get your free ticket here" speal and then have them run away when they read the fine print? hmmm...i'm seeing a terrific you-tube video here. or possibly a pilot for the next semi-reality candid camera show...next blog post...tv shows i'd like to start.
anyway....
pimping myself out for a date seems little low. although, i suppose if i charged for the ticket and made some cash on the venture, it would at least have an upside. naw - i think that's illegal on this side of washington street.
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