In my twenties, I dated a chips. Or rather he dated me. He was tall, blonde, chiseled, nice, a gentleman, and smitten with me. He was not at all stuck on himself. I was short, voluptuous, insecure, and aloof. If I had my twenties to do over again, I'd be a bit more confident so I could have fun with my chips! Oh, he had lots of friends to double date with.

[ November 07, 2005, 11:27 PM: Message edited by: Lynnie ]