Actually, I think I’ll scrap the idea of a carnival date. Probably scrap the idea of a relationship as well. It’s not healthy to think of something I can’t have.
and sadly it does…
With the 50th state fair here it just made me realize something that I’ve always wanted to do. You know those cliche carnival dates where you win a giant stuffed animal, eat cotton candy, and go on the farris wheel at the end? It seems like something fun to do.
Yet I’m pretty sure I won’t go on that kind of date for a while.