A man walks into a bar, goes against his better instincts, and invites Chicago out on Wednesday.

I am a slave to these horrible biological imperatives. But, you know what they say. Drink.

Who knows? Maybe all the horrible things people say about her aren't true. Everyone who knows her dislikes her, but perhaps she just made a mistake or two when she got here and people aren't letting it go. People here can be awfully judgmental, socially speaking.

Maybe. If not, at least she's gorgeous and speaks Italian.

Great. Now I've made myself sad.

~Halcyondream~

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