I haven't been living under a rock, I promise...yet somehow I am still just getting wind of this whole Patrick Moberg quest to find the girl of his dreams. So you've been under a rock, too? Ok, so here's what happened...this guy was taking the 5 train from Union Square to some place in Brooklyn or Queens [idk, its called Bowling Green, I just know it isn't on my island].Anyhow, so he sees this girl and doesnt have the nerve to talk to her, then regrets it, then makes a website about it, then one of her coworkers at Blackbook realizes it is her [who else wears a huge flower behind their ear when they aren't at a luau?], they meet up for their first date, he says that we will never know the ending because he isn't into publicity-then they decide to go on Good Morning America. Yes, I am serious.
Sounds like a bit of b.s. Genuine? Hmmm...I'm going to lean towards swimfan status for this one. But I'm a pessimist. You?
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