A camping trip?
Not so much.
When I was younger (in my 20s), I would have said yes to a camping trip with new, pretend boyfriend, but old lady Lisa said "no way" to going camping with the red head.
Think it was a good move.
For those of you that may not know or have simply forgotten, I HATE CAMPING and I've already written about it here in the blog. I mean if it were Marty, I would have gone camping because he would have never spoken to me again after camping. And that would have been an easier way to get out of that mess compared to what I actually did to end it -- which was to tell him I moved away.
So, the red head will be camping without me this weekend and I'll be running around at Lollapalooza looking for a band member makeout!
What? It's not cheating, the red head and I aren't officially going steady yet!