David–the guy I went out on a date with on Friday night–was at an ultimate frisbee tournament all weekend. Here are the post-date emails.
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david, hope you rocked the tournament!
catherine
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Thanks Catherine!
You’re a sweetie! Yes, we rocked the tourney. We won all our games and took first place! Yaayyyy!! Very fun.
The weather on Sat was INfuckingCREDIBLE. No wind, perfectly clear and sunny, but not too hot, on a gorgeous deserted beach. We were all just blissful.
Sat night was punctuated by jacuzzi and dancing, today was windy, but we’re tough so we survived.
Hope you had a good time too!
What’s up with you? I remember that your week is full up. Shall we try to do something the following week? I keep remembering those beautiful legs and sexy demi-boots. 😉
David
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i was going to email you ‘congratulations, i’m sure you rocked it’ but didn’t want you to feel bad if it hadn’t turned out that way. so that’s splendid news!!! very very fun.
my weekend was low-key…lots of meals with friends then the sf zoo today with my nephews. i’ve never been. it was a great time except the billy goats get quite aggressive when they know you have pellets of food for them…so that was scary especially with the older males and their horns. ouch!
did i say my week was booked up? nonsense, i will rearrange my schedule for you 😉
wednesday or friday if you’re free please!
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