How does the girl who admittedly hates driving unfamiliar places, gets lost half the time, and will avoid non parking lot parking at nearly any cost find herself driving an hour after work to a pizza/sports bar for a second date with a guy I'm she's pretty sure isn't over his ex?
Yeah.
(And I totally already called the restaurant and asked the hostess 20 questions about parking and getting there.)
Nothing says second date fun like calling and saying 'well, I'm by a building... '
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