After a crap day Wednesday, I awoke Thursday morning and decided, "I'm ready to start dating again. I'm ready to put it all on the line, accept somebody's quirks, rearrange my schedule, demand breakfast, and ready to get seriously hurt again."
Had a bit of a crap day Thursday. Not too bad, really.
Thursday night, watched girly movies with co-work[0]er QK, got a bit into the wine and vodka, called HS, went to Sonka's. QK saw a former Solar Phantom teammate, I thought he was cute, introductions all around, got his number, gave him mine, had some more quarter beers and all walked back to the DSP house by way of T's. Played some pool (think there was a game of topless pool, but those details are a little sketchy,) walked back to The Cute Boy's car at Sonka's, watched "Sliding Doors" at my apt. (he watched, I fell asleep on his leg with no drooling, fortunately,) woke up at both the end of the movie and dawn.
Then I had yet another crap day on Friday so I left for L'ville for the night, went out to dinner with Aunt S, watched the entire last season of "Sex and the City," and ate too much frozen DQ chocolate. And The Cute Boy called.
I have a date on Tuesday.