Questions with questions ...

Eeek. Why, oh why does a gentleman caller answer my attempts to hit on him with questions.

Our text message conversation from earlier:

MG: "Want to go out tonight?"
PB (Pierced Bartender): "Do you?"
MG: "Ummm ... Yeah."
PB: "What are you thinking?"
MG: "Where do you want to go"
PB: "Where do you want to go"
MG: "You pick. Make it magical."
PB: "Whatever."
MG: "Fine. Landmark 1850?"
PB "Maybe."

Turns out I'm supposed to meet him at a different bar in 10 minutes. Lovely. I better get a bit of tail.