Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

Update: maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but when a guy breaks up with you (if that's even the term to use) after 2 dates, it still feels like a breakup. But last night, thank goodness, my trusty friend Patrick was at my side, and we went to the Garage. Enjoyed some drinks, enjoyed fine coversation (P loved meeting you, Chas!), and enjoyed the attentions of a fine-ass boy with whom I may be going to dinner next week. So perhaps it all comes out in the wash after all...