I want to balance the whole "A Lady Doesn't Kiss and Tell" with "Ohmygodsdatinghappysqueeexplode!", and of course I love story metaphors.
So this is what I've come up with, to sum up the effect of a weekend of good dates on me. Feel free to take the metaphor as deep as you'd like- it probably still applies:
(Yeah, I know, if you haven't read this children's story, you don't get it. Just hold on until Friday, by which time I hope to have come up with a subtle, classy, and utterly truthful recap to the weekend).
Labels: dating, life, randomness