4 May 2009
8:35 am
Ali and I went out again this weekend and had a really nice time. This
time, we brought the menfolk along. They appear to get along
swimmingly. So yeah, plans for a double wedding are in the works. Just
kidding. But seriously, it's not easy to come up with decent four-way chemistry.
In my experience there's always at least one dud in the bunch. I'm not
saying the guy Ali's with is perfect or anything, but at least he isn't
aggressively douchey like his predecessor. Anyway, it was nice.That's right, I said nice. As in safe. As in an
evening that wouldn't frighten or alarm my mother in any way. You'll notice I didn't say sexy, or wild or even hilarious. No, I said nice. Not that every single evening has to be a parade of drunken dance-tastic debauchery or anything. But I am still quite young and God knows l like a little sugar in my tea. You
may recall that I've been feeling a bit off (as in turned) when it
comes to Mr. F. And as you can imagine, the double date did little to
warm me back up. So I begged off a sleep over and went home alone
(unless you count my favorite fat men Ben and Jerry). I'm not in the apartment five seconds - when the phone rings.
It was Bloke. He's back in the US to record. He gets to town Thursday. He asked if I was seeing anyone and without thinking, I said, "yeah, but nothing serious."
WTF??
Anyway, we're meeting for coffee after work on Friday. I
feel... how can I describe it? Excited, guilty, conflicted, sexy,
nervous... I could go on and on. But one word I'm definitely not
feeling?
Nice.
