...But c'mon, it's chilly for August, and I've seen a few people break out the Fall clothes today. I suppose it's just one of those days that remind us that we do in fact have four seasons here in DC, but sometimes they don't come when you think they should. Anyway, since it's chilly, and since it's Wednesday, and since we don't have a whole lot better to do tonight than meet someone new, why not settle into a pub for a few drinks, more than a few laughs, and maybe some kissing to end the night? I thought about posting this in platonic because I'd really rather us just hang out and talk shit as opposed to trying to impress one another, but I suppose if the chemistry is off the charts then our plans will change accordingly, and that's when the kissing will occur. Not that you needed me to draw you a flow chart. As for me, I'm white, clean-cut, pretty damn hilarious, in shape, not a psycho killer, and not particularly tall (5'7"). I know, I know, the last one just spoiled the whole thing. But hey, better to know now, right? I have pics to exchange if you want. I'd love it if you are "attractive" but I can tell you that race and age don't enter into my formula for that. Hope to see you across the table later on tonight.