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Last weekend I went with the Dems to B(umblef)ucknell for the State Fed conference. After hours in a gold Dodge caravan with neurotic New Yorkers unable to handle the sight of cows, we got to Lewisberg and realized that Penn people truly are superior human beings. Well, Drexel and Pitt kids, too. The petty corruption that happens when people try to make up for their incompetence with bad politics...I felt the need to double-check that this wasn't really the State Republican convention.
Anyway, lots of experience, good and bad, with petty politics, and overall I had a great time with Nate, Jess, Dan, Meri, and Dean--who, it turns out, is a freak. And I met someone...
He's Rendell's legislative assistant for education. He's 26, cute, Jewish (you all know how hot that is), and has a car. He went to Penn, graduated in 2000, and is, well, a real grown up, completely out of my league.
And he's smitten with me.
12 hours after meeting me he calls to invite me to dinner and a Tori Amos concert. Tori Amos at the Kimmel Center!!! This whole concept of dating as more than Lorenzo's pizza and South Street is both foreign and a bit intimidating....I mean, he spent on our first date (after knowing me for a day) what anyone else spends on anniversaries and Valentine's day and such. I'm not comparing (after all, he's a real adult with a real job), but dating...like, really DATING and goinng out on DATES with your DATE...Isn't this what grown ups do in movies?
Email today: "OK, two ideas for tonight-- Do you drink wine? There's an Italian BYO that I like a lot, if you're interested. And wondering if you'd want to maybe see a movie at the Ritz if anything good is playing?"
Jaw...drop...
This guy is so wonderful and out of my league. He, of course, says that's ridiculous and that I'm just "so beautiful and so smart and cool". And if he hasn't forgotten about me after seeing the mess in my apartment, I guess he does like me. Yet I can't help feeling this need not to disappoint him, this fear that he'll suddenly realize that I'm barely 20 and a sophomore and just not in his range. That I'm in too different a place in my life...he says that doesn't matter. Though I know it does bother him that I was born not only during a Reagan administration, but during the second Reagan administration... :-)
Oh, well. I guess I'll start drinking wine tonight *butterflies*
Anyway, lots of experience, good and bad, with petty politics, and overall I had a great time with Nate, Jess, Dan, Meri, and Dean--who, it turns out, is a freak. And I met someone...
He's Rendell's legislative assistant for education. He's 26, cute, Jewish (you all know how hot that is), and has a car. He went to Penn, graduated in 2000, and is, well, a real grown up, completely out of my league.
And he's smitten with me.
12 hours after meeting me he calls to invite me to dinner and a Tori Amos concert. Tori Amos at the Kimmel Center!!! This whole concept of dating as more than Lorenzo's pizza and South Street is both foreign and a bit intimidating....I mean, he spent on our first date (after knowing me for a day) what anyone else spends on anniversaries and Valentine's day and such. I'm not comparing (after all, he's a real adult with a real job), but dating...like, really DATING and goinng out on DATES with your DATE...Isn't this what grown ups do in movies?
Email today: "OK, two ideas for tonight-- Do you drink wine? There's an Italian BYO that I like a lot, if you're interested. And wondering if you'd want to maybe see a movie at the Ritz if anything good is playing?"
Jaw...drop...
This guy is so wonderful and out of my league. He, of course, says that's ridiculous and that I'm just "so beautiful and so smart and cool". And if he hasn't forgotten about me after seeing the mess in my apartment, I guess he does like me. Yet I can't help feeling this need not to disappoint him, this fear that he'll suddenly realize that I'm barely 20 and a sophomore and just not in his range. That I'm in too different a place in my life...he says that doesn't matter. Though I know it does bother him that I was born not only during a Reagan administration, but during the second Reagan administration... :-)
Oh, well. I guess I'll start drinking wine tonight *butterflies*