Friday, a homeless man asked me out on a date. Here I was, patiently waiting for a few months to pass before I prepared myself for the Date of 2005. I tried informing him that I had already filled my dating quota for the year, but he didn't seem to care.  He gave me a list of date activity options to choose from.

1.  Going for a walk in the park by the police station.
2.  Going for a walk in the park by the rec center.
3.  Hanging out and just talking.
4.  Getting to know each other better.

Although I ended up telling him that I was married with, like seven children, so I didn't think I could make it, I am looking up at those options right now and thinking that this date easily trumps a majority of the dates I've been on.