All posts tagged: Percussive dance

Date #6

Date #6 isn’t a date.  He’s not terribly keen on my “anthropological experiment” (I’ve warned all would-be suitors on Match.com) and I can’t say that I blame him.  Nonetheless, he suggests that we meet “just as friends” for Center City Sips at LaScala’s and because there are only two weeks of Sips left—and because I wouldn’t mind having a few more “just friends” in my life— I agree.  He tells me he doesn’t want to put me through the ordeal of my usual pre-date primping and encourages me to just come as I am.  On one hand, I think, “What a guy!” and my eyebrows rejoice at the prospect of an evening without tweezers.  But on the other hand, I think, “Yeah right!  Center City Sips sans makeup?”  I don’t care if this a “just friends” date or not; there’s no way I’m going to La Scala without makeup, especially given the failure of my quest for “sublime skin” last month.  I do, however, deign to wear jeans.  It’s cold and drizzly and since this …