I have a date tomorrow. Which means I'm juggling boys in a half-assed sort of way.

This one is a journalist who supports his career choice by bartending. I,of course, think this is fabulous. If you can't be a gold digging whore, why not be an free alcohol consuming shitbag.

I sincerely promise I find him intriguing.

I'm almost positive that sounds completely half-hearted and fabricated on paper, but I can sleep at night and hopefully you don't think less of me. And please don't start sending me bottles of liquor, really, it doesn't work that way.