A real post.
Yeah, an honest to god, real lj post.
So, I had a first date last night. And it was good. I'm hazarding to feel hopeful about the entire afternoon. I've gotten a positive txt message last night from her, but I don't know yet if she's at all into me as I was into her. I'm just amazed I found a girl I even want to have a second date with. You know, for being the fairer sex, I was beginning to be unimpressed with all of them. With their weird antics, and their strange habits.
But this one was nice. Very pretty. Told me a story about a woman with pubic lice in her eyelashes, so she isn't... shy? demure? She's ballsy. But not like, masculine ballsy. She doesn't have a potty mouth, but she dropped a few F bombs, so that's awesome. I dunno. She just had an amazing personality. I kept thinking how well she'll mesh with my friends, and I told her once, but I didn't want to say it too often, cause that might seem creepy.
I'm scared I'm tiptoeing too much because I don't want to sound creepy or weird and stuff, because I REALLY want this one to work out. I just felt that click, where I could just talk with her, and we played off each other so well.
Of course, my mother is in my head, telling me if I get too excited about it, something will ruin it. It'll all go to hell in a handbasket. And my father is in there too, asking me what in god's name would someone as beautiful and nice as her see in a lunkhead like me. But there's this tiny voice way way in the back corner of the room. Inner Brian is saying, "It's my time. I'm ready to play coach. Put me in, and I'll knock this one out of the park" I guess inner Brian is a baseball player... I dunno. So I'm All in. She's an 11, because I definitely want to hit it. (I love BJ jokes. Blackjack, you pervs.) Yeah, baseball and cards. I'm full of metaphor today. I'm practically a metaeight.
I'm so sorry for that.
I'm just too excited to care.
So, I had a first date last night. And it was good. I'm hazarding to feel hopeful about the entire afternoon. I've gotten a positive txt message last night from her, but I don't know yet if she's at all into me as I was into her. I'm just amazed I found a girl I even want to have a second date with. You know, for being the fairer sex, I was beginning to be unimpressed with all of them. With their weird antics, and their strange habits.
But this one was nice. Very pretty. Told me a story about a woman with pubic lice in her eyelashes, so she isn't... shy? demure? She's ballsy. But not like, masculine ballsy. She doesn't have a potty mouth, but she dropped a few F bombs, so that's awesome. I dunno. She just had an amazing personality. I kept thinking how well she'll mesh with my friends, and I told her once, but I didn't want to say it too often, cause that might seem creepy.
I'm scared I'm tiptoeing too much because I don't want to sound creepy or weird and stuff, because I REALLY want this one to work out. I just felt that click, where I could just talk with her, and we played off each other so well.
Of course, my mother is in my head, telling me if I get too excited about it, something will ruin it. It'll all go to hell in a handbasket. And my father is in there too, asking me what in god's name would someone as beautiful and nice as her see in a lunkhead like me. But there's this tiny voice way way in the back corner of the room. Inner Brian is saying, "It's my time. I'm ready to play coach. Put me in, and I'll knock this one out of the park" I guess inner Brian is a baseball player... I dunno. So I'm All in. She's an 11, because I definitely want to hit it. (I love BJ jokes. Blackjack, you pervs.) Yeah, baseball and cards. I'm full of metaphor today. I'm practically a metaeight.
I'm so sorry for that.
I'm just too excited to care.