InsaneJournal

I forgot I'd made plans for tomorrow all the way back in October. Guess a certain amount of planning ahead doesn't always work out.

But I think I've got an idea.

There's a reservation for two at swanky restaurant up for grabs under my name. I'll cover the bill and everything.

All you have to do is tell me something really embarrassing or funny about your paramour. But nothing mean or nasty or that they would get upset about, of course.

I'll give the reservation to my favorite story.