when it rains...
i have another date with work boyfriend tomorrow. he has taken to calling me tiny dancer (T.D.) for short. although it is one of my favorite songs, i'm not sure it makes such a great nickname. am still adjusting. also, even though i've had the "text messaging is the downfall of the modern relationship" talk...he texts me still. first saying, "i know text messages are a tool of the weak, but i want to see you monday." since i wanted to see him too, i acquiesced. he also texted me a "wish you were here" on new year's eve. sweet but still BAD BAD. must have talk with him about it tomorrow...
i ran into a guy i met ages ago and we have plans to go out this week.
a friend and i met two guys last night that took us to dinner tonight. neither of us are all that keen but one of them is a clothing buyer and the other one has a yacht so we'd kinda like to keep them around. downside: the yacht guy has a blinking tick, the other has an AWFUL laugh and they are both obessed...obsessed...with house music. you win some, you lose some i suppose.
this stuff is exhausting. i hope at these one of these guys sticks.
also, i thoroughly believe that an excellent night out can be judged by how much random shit you find in your purse the next morning. i once came home with a drum stick. not the kind from a chicken that you eat, but the wooden kind you play a drum with.
contents from my purse the morning of new year's day:
- three business cards from people i don't remember meeting.
- a handful of chocolates with liqueur in them
- a 4th of july type sparkler
- the new york times sunday magazine (don't ask!)
- a half dozen poker chips
- the number of a beautiful guy from montreal (a good kisser too...)
- a kazoo