THE RED DOOR – THE SECRET BAR

Yes. I had a date the other night. The date began with a tug-o-war – a “you pick the place/no, you pick the place” kind of  game. I won. So he picked. I picked the last couple times.

I get a text from my date much later in the day, “The Red Door?” “Sure,” I text back, though I don’t know that I had ever heard of the place before. I’m too busy to research it. I don’t even find out where it is. He’s a smart cookie. I leave it up to him.

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