24: Ride a motorcycle)** This one falls into the disaster column. My roommate set me up with this date, who I'm calling Elvis* for various reasons you'll eventually understand. He's her cousin's best friend's cousin or something like that, and he's the drummer in a band that plays in dive bars around Austin. On weekends he works at a club near the UT campus that I used to hang out in when I was in college. I was excited when I found out Elvis is a biker. It's No. 24 on the list, right there in black and white: Ride a motorcycle. It was almost too easy to strike that one off. He let me drive his motorcycle, too, which was definitely a bonus, even though he was sitting behind me and I only controlled the bike for 2.3 seconds on my own. Anyway. Did I mention that Elvis is really, really cute? He has longish blond hair, dark eyes and a facial structure that could have invented the word "chiseled." His body isn't half-bad, either. I digress. The date was actually a double-date. My roommate came and brought her boyfriend-du-jour, and we went to dinner at a restaurant in Addison and then to a club in Lower Greenville, and that was all fine.
