Bless you for indulging me, people! I keep trying to be stern with myself about not making it into a Thing in my head. But, you know, it's nice, this fancying thing - even if I later realise that he's Not That Bright/Not Remotely Into Me/Secretly A Cylon/Whatever. This bit's quite nice.
I'm jealous. Of him, for getting to call Fay and not sell a kidney.
Pshaw! He should be jealous of you, for getting to make out with Fay!
...er. Suddenly I seem to be the Queen of the Ego People. What happened there?
You say "Secretly a Cylon" as if this were a bad thing. I mean, have you
seen
them?
Such
a good point.
They're like Vibrators: The Next Generation.
But, you know, it's nice, this fancying thing - even if I later realise that he's Not That Bright/Not Remotely Into Me/Secretly A Cylon/Whatever.
Secretly a Cylon? Do you know how exceptionally cool that would be? You could have your Cylon, and I could keep hoping for a lovely little hobbit hole of my very own.
All I heard from her was a bunch of giggling. (I'm still in Idaho.)
I have given up looking for chicks on OKCupid (I can't complain 'They never write me back!' because I hardly ever do either) and answered an email from a boy. I was intrigued because the "other people like this" strip included a guy who I already know and love. I have gone so far as to invite him to a party on Saturday. I can't decide if I am saucy and bold or blind and stupid.
Saucy and bold! Saucy and bold!
He's busy on Saturday but we might be meeting for lunch next wednesday.