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On the phone a little while ago, my dad said, "you know, you're not going to meet any elligible bachelors going to drag shows." I informed him that meeting men is not the point of my life, and that if it were, well, done--I meet them all the time. (It's just sustaining interest that's the problem.) Dear my family, quit trying to marry me off. Love, me.

So my new plan is to convince Nick to go to France with me in May. Quit smirking, all of you--it's totally not even about that. Well, ok, maybe it is a little bit. But I think that we'd be good traveling buddies, is all. He was all into it on the phone the other night, but it's going to be making him commit to it that's going to be the problem.
If he does go, Amanda will laugh at me even more than she did when I told her what happened after her wedding.