|See what I mean!|
On an unrelated note, I went on a blind date with the coworker of a friend last Tuesday. He lives in a neighboring Woodward Corridor community but we settled on meeting at the WAB in Ferndale for drinks (I cut to the chase on this one... no drawn out phone discussions after captain no-show the week before!). For all intents and purposes, he is a perfect match for me - 31, owns a house, has a good job, likes beer and sports, very nice, witty, mentors children, not ugly... and we had good conversations. I am just not (yet) attracted to him! So after drinking three Raspberry Blondes, I went home to overanalyze my obviously messed up brain wiring and I came to the conclusion that I am attracted to
Now, before you all chastise me, I am willing to go out with him few more times. I realize that it is possible to become friends first (or something).
crap.boobs.crap. (i miss The Simpsons)