Aille, Fry as Aziraphale and Laurie as Crowley, of course. Fry may be (ok, IS! IS!) cool in many ways, but not the ways Crowley needs to be.

Yay, Stephen! Hooray, JenP!

Hooray Friday and long weekends!

Morning, P-C.

I have a Girl Issue to be neurotic about.

oh noes! neurotic issues! OK, spill.

I have a Girl Issue to be neurotic about.

Do tell.

Congratulations, Stephen!

I have a Girl Issue to be neurotic about.

 *Puts chin in hands and looks attentive*

Some people left SF with the Plague. PC left Closer to the Earth.

And yes, that is an intersting theory, as I, too, did not partake of the Fernet and I have not contracted the F2F plague.

I had Fernet and I have no Ick!

Spam sender today: Chitlins R. Neckerchieves

No Fernet, no plague.

So I've known this girl (well, woman, I suppose, but girl is such a nice word) online for several months; she's a VM fan. Let's call her...Rose Walker. She lives down in Mountain View. I met her for the first time in March when I was here for my first two weeks of work. We had fun, and when she hugged me goodbye, it was very enveloping. I felt some sort of connection, but maybe she was just a really good hugger.

I saw her again for the VM finale party, and I got some more very nice hugs, as well as some Sandman comics.

Once I read them, I had to return them to her, so I went down there last Thursday. The whole week, I had been wondering whether Something might happen. I was simultaneously convinced and skeptical, but to prove that I am a total dork, I applied some chapstick and placed a breath strip on my tongue in the parking lot. Just in case.

To my dismay, her roommate was there. I returned her comics, and she gave me a couple other Gaiman works to read. We watched TV for a couple hours.

It was during Good Eats that I took an opportunity to hug her and then leave my arm around her. To which she responded by taking my hand in hers and gently rubbing it with her thumb, and even I could tell that was A Signal. The roommate was still there, though, and it was getting late, so I asked her to walk me back to my car where we could continue our sitting.

In the backseat, then, making out occurred. And I must say that given the mythos surrounding the backseat, I thought it would be more accomodating, but there's really not much space back there, huh. I noted the lack of room, and she noted that I still had some Gaiman of hers, which meant I had to come back. It was all part of her evil plan, she said. You saucy minx, I replied.

After we hugged goodbye, she gave me a regular kiss and squeezed my hand before leaving, which is where the angst really begins, because I don't know what's going on. If we were having a thing, that was fine, but what if she thought it was a Thing? I had had a small crush, to be sure, but I'd never really considered dating. I've never dated before; my entire romantic history is a series of flings. So maybe I have no sense of anything. But I don't know if I should take this as friends making out or an attempt to go further. She's been gone to New York for the week, so I haven't had to fulfill her evil plan just yet, but I'm not sure if I should say something or just see what happens or ruin everything. Because making out is good, but hurting people's feelings is not.