You all want to hear about this date so bad, I feel like I ought to oblige you.

A few days ago, I lost a bet with a beautiful friend of mine. The bet is irrelevant, but the upshot was that if I won the bet, she had to find a woman for me to date, whom I would like. If she won, I had to take her on a date. She won.

The reasons that I don't want to write more about the date are twofold. First, she's a friend of mine, and we have mutual friends, and I don't need the headaches associated with that. She certainly doesn't either.

Second, she's already had some dude write about her online and it was disruptive to her life. I like her, I won't do that.

But to answer the question, yes I was spotted at around midnight at McDonalds obtaining an ice cream cone.