Tim the Enchanter had a good idea: we should meet for dinner before the "date" on Saturday. I felt this was a good idea, as I was imagining shaking his hand and introducing myself for the first time early Saturday morning, then holding on to his waist for the next 12 hours. Not a very comfortable situation.
I walked into the restaurant and:
I will say that he's a very nice man and I enjoyed eating dinner with him, but I just wasn't feeling it, so today I rung him up and cancelled for Saturday.
Life's too short to spend an entire Saturday with someone, wishing you were at home, reading a book.
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Awkward. But better than prancing around for twelve hours and THEN having to tell him. I'm sorry it wasn't fusionable.
Aaaand I take it our opinions of how deeply shaggable Doc Brown is differ slightly.
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