all of this happened.
Last night I slept in a strange bed, alone. Although actually sleeping never really happened. I never sleep well in strange beds.
I met a boy the other night and we hit it off quite well. He's cute enough (CE!) most of the time, has awesome tattoos all down his arms (to which KT said, "mmmmm.") and he's not too short or too skinny. He's a musician- but actually makes money. Smart, nice, holds door opens and so far, calls when he should. He isn't too nice, though- thankfully. He's kind and funny to servers in restaurants and likes drinking beer. I feel very comfortable with him, which I haven't felt with a boy in a while.
Those are the pros.
The cons are that he's 37, which feels too old. But that's not even a big issue. He smokes, and too much. He smokes in his house! which is icky (I used to when I lived in Europe and it now horrifies me). And, he's happy with smoking and his last girlfriend tried to change him (he said this in a really frank and normal, not bitter way though), so it is an issue.
But the big con is.... well, I'm worried about the size of his boat.
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Don't ask me how I know (I didn't sleep with him or anything, honest). I just know, I think. And sorry, but it might be a dealbreaker if my very strong hunch is right. What can I say? I supposed I've been blessed and now I'm terribly spoiled.
But I hear I should just wait and see. I generally agree with that- there are many things about him that I really do like.
Tonight I spoke with a different boy who's a professor of sociology at UT. He's Turkish and Jewish (why do I think Jewish boys are *so* cute? maybe it's the yarmulka) and very smart. He asks a lot of questions and his accent is interesting- he went to an American school growing up and lived in Paris and Chicago so it's kind of confusing-sounding. Anyway, I liked talking to him and we're meeting for coffee tomorrow.
My birthday is on Thursday, so we're meeting for drinks at Hotel San Jose. I feel sad about missing kickball again, but what can I do? My fans need me- and besides... hello, I suck at kickball. Then babysitting on Friday, tapas y bebidas at my apartment on Saturday and then out to celebrate some more!
But if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to sleep.
I met a boy the other night and we hit it off quite well. He's cute enough (CE!) most of the time, has awesome tattoos all down his arms (to which KT said, "mmmmm.") and he's not too short or too skinny. He's a musician- but actually makes money. Smart, nice, holds door opens and so far, calls when he should. He isn't too nice, though- thankfully. He's kind and funny to servers in restaurants and likes drinking beer. I feel very comfortable with him, which I haven't felt with a boy in a while.
Those are the pros.
The cons are that he's 37, which feels too old. But that's not even a big issue. He smokes, and too much. He smokes in his house! which is icky (I used to when I lived in Europe and it now horrifies me). And, he's happy with smoking and his last girlfriend tried to change him (he said this in a really frank and normal, not bitter way though), so it is an issue.
But the big con is.... well, I'm worried about the size of his boat.
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Don't ask me how I know (I didn't sleep with him or anything, honest). I just know, I think. And sorry, but it might be a dealbreaker if my very strong hunch is right. What can I say? I supposed I've been blessed and now I'm terribly spoiled.
But I hear I should just wait and see. I generally agree with that- there are many things about him that I really do like.
Tonight I spoke with a different boy who's a professor of sociology at UT. He's Turkish and Jewish (why do I think Jewish boys are *so* cute? maybe it's the yarmulka) and very smart. He asks a lot of questions and his accent is interesting- he went to an American school growing up and lived in Paris and Chicago so it's kind of confusing-sounding. Anyway, I liked talking to him and we're meeting for coffee tomorrow.
My birthday is on Thursday, so we're meeting for drinks at Hotel San Jose. I feel sad about missing kickball again, but what can I do? My fans need me- and besides... hello, I suck at kickball. Then babysitting on Friday, tapas y bebidas at my apartment on Saturday and then out to celebrate some more!
But if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to sleep.