I need a date.

[Update: I found a date. Yay!]

My employer's holiday office party is tomorrow night at The Flamingo, and I have yet to decide on who will accompany me. After my desperate bulletin posting on MySpace for a date, I did get a short list of volunteers, but now I have the problem of declining all but one of them. Of course, I'm sure they've completely forgotten about it and won't even realize that I am saying no without actually saying anything.

My first choice declined the offer: Reimon always says no. Ex-boyfriends are very difficult sometimes-- I'm sure everyone can agree on that. Apparently he has no desire to see former co-workers. I'm not sure if that means he doesn't want to see them at all, or just not with me in tow.

Whoever it is doesn't even have to pay for anything! I'm a high roller! I've already shelled out eighteen whole dollars for the date-to-be. You get to eat your choice of pasta primavera, sliced roasted turkey or sliced honey baked ham. Pre-sliced! You can't beat that!

Here are the requirements:

1. Dress semi-formal
2. Be no taller than I
3. Be willing to consume alcohol

That's not so hard, huh?