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He's into electronica.
He's a skateboarder. He was wearing skate shoes when we met, but that usually means nothing.
He tell random stories.
I'm excited in a way that I haven't been in a long time. Usually I get excited like this about situations that are far less promising than this one. Those situations were the only problem is: I've never actually met him, or he has a girlfriend, or he is just my friend.
I haven't been on a date with someone I was excited to go on a date with since I was with David, and he's been gone three years, so it's been an excrutiating long time since my love-life was a life.
Yesterday is so in the past right now, but that's okay, because I remember it fondly.
The premiere of my good times was when I called fair Nancy, and we got our boy talk on for something like two hours. If you must know, I've done pretty much everything she's dreamed of doing -- because I'm a professional wrong-man-picker -- so I dropped her some science on how to skim past some of the larger mistakes in life.
hahahahahah
I'm kidding, we're both basically the same kind of pathetic.
After that, I went out for pizza with the kids where I tried to convince them to go to the zoo with me, but no, nope, uh-uh, they think they're too old.
Then V and I went and saw I Spy. It made me laugh a lot, really. Plus, Vicky and I both eat Twizzlers at movies, and we both like Batman better than Spiderman (but I'm still in love with the Incredible Hulk).
After I got home from the theater, I had a nother email from my darlingest boy in Tennessee. He's sending me a song every day, and I'll certainly keep warm with that. But I need to have an actual boy these days so I can truly know my feelings about the boy who doesn't love me back.
I called Tylere, and we talked for a long time, too. Somewhere over an hour. Blather and nonsense, but I miss that with him.
Then I had to call Maggie and it was in the middle of our conversation that Jon called. Of course, she let me go and then I called her back when it was over and gave her the whole story, and I felt like a precious highschooler.
Well, I'm obviously in giddy-girl-land because I can't write for shit.