If I lived a few hundred years ago, it would have been very cool to meet Mozart. We could go on dates and stay up late watching the stars, making jokes about how the oboes are always flat.
It would almost be worth giving up indoor plumbing.
And Taco Bell.
And blogging.
No, wait.... forget I said anything.
There's no point in dating Mozart if you can't blog about it.
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I can't date Pam Anderson because I'm sure there is some sort of confidentiality agreement I'd have to sign, and why bother if I can't blog about it?
That, and Mrs. C doesn't let me date.
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