So, in Post 12, Tim and I took a sojourn to our old high school, which turned out to be a Bond-esque adventure of the highest calibre. I realise that after reading it you may have thought, ‘Why, that mirthful tale has enriched my life beyond belief, and I shall tell everyone I’ve ever met about this little blog! However, it doesn’t have much to do with dating and things, now does it?’
Well, yeah, you’re right. But my love-life wasn’t the only thing that I wanted to improve; I wanted to “broaden my horizons”, get out of a rut, go out and do stuff, and pretty much change my outlook on life. Visiting my old high school was just a fun little part of that. Plus it was good having a new anecdote to tell people. It’s just a shame that the place was torn down before we could go back with more of our high school mates, like Mike. I couldn’t wait to tell Mike, he’d have loved it. I was looking forward to telling him all about it over a beverage or two.
Well, yeah, you’re right. But my love-life wasn’t the only thing that I wanted to improve; I wanted to “broaden my horizons”, get out of a rut, go out and do stuff, and pretty much change my outlook on life. Visiting my old high school was just a fun little part of that. Plus it was good having a new anecdote to tell people. It’s just a shame that the place was torn down before we could go back with more of our high school mates, like Mike. I couldn’t wait to tell Mike, he’d have loved it. I was looking forward to telling him all about it over a beverage or two.
But a few days after our adventure, Tim came to see me at work. And he had a Good Idea.
