I always pictured in my head the type of guy I thought I'd date and/or marry. I have decided that that guy doesn't really exist (besides in my dreams) and I need to get real. So for Lent, I am giving up types. Who cares about height? weight? eye color? What really matters: personality, things in common, smiling, laughing, etc. I'm going to make it to Easter for sure..
The St. Patrick's day party (aka: drink fest) was great- good friends, good eye candy and free flowing booze. I didn't realize Denver had so many Trixies and the male version, Chads. Seeing so many in one place brought back tons of good ol' Chicago memories.
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