In a world full of bedazzled, egotistical men who text "wyd" at 1am and call it romance, I would like to attempt something almost embarrassingly old-fashioned: bringing back yearning. Not the intense kind. Not the three-paragraph-monologue-at-midnight kind. A calm, low-stakes, borderline polite kind of yearning.

The kind where I just think you seem like good company, and would enjoy finding out over one (1) low-pressure outing, no grand gestures, no fireworks, no U-Haul in the driveway.

So, in the spirit of keeping this refreshingly normal, I am gently, calmly, and with only slightly sweaty palms, asking:

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Daniet, would you go out on a date with me?

outrunning this one might take a while