I don't bleed red. How about aubergine?

Thank you for your interest in the name of my faceless adventure date a couple days ago. I've decided to keep it that way for now. I could start giving out code names again. RC22, RC23 but it poses the threat of becoming pathetic should I reach a high number like RC784 and still no luck.

Coree and I declared a Social Revolution a couple weeks back so I've been out n about doing my best to not shoot down possibilities before I give them a chance. That's the problem with high expectations.

I would love to entertain you all with my experiences. Especially since the majority of you view them from your snug vantage point from the other side of married.

I went to the Utes game last night and have to tell you that I'm still the most un-enthused football fan alive. I thought it sounded fun when my date asked me to go because I do like a stadium full of excited people as much as the next person {unless the next person is Grandpa Awesome} But we were in a box so I felt removed from the party and it was more like glorified sports on tv with free popcorn and fancy neighbors.

I amused myself by watching giant moths and the light change on the mountains.

So after giving it another go, I've decided to break up with football for good.

Football: Was it something I said?
Me: No. Although I've never understood you. 'Blue, 32...' What is that?
Football: Is there someone else?
Me: It isn't you, it's me.
Football: Can we still be friends?
Me: I just don't really see the point.
Football: Ok. Good game.