My good friend and coffee aficionado, Woof, is going on a date this Friday with a mystery woman who shall be known only as Martha.
After several years of abstinence from trouser fluttery, he's been receiving sensible advice from all and sundry and many have expressed their support for his daring adventure into the world of hormonal fencing.
I believe that we should have a 'tip of the day' for Woof as in a countdown to the blastoff of Woof's rocket from the supportive gantry of his close social group into the dark vacuum of inter-emotional space.
Here's hoping he brings back more than dust.
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