eff. i only lost ONE game this weekend... and i STILL didn't win the football pool. dagnabit. *grumble*
yapped with the new boy quite a number of times via email and IM today. sounds like he had as good a time as i did. good good. we'll see. we'll see.
i have to admit, and some of you will yell at me for being unwise and naive, but it was getting close to 9pm (about 8:30) and we were still at the bar...
the sopranos come on at NINE! ack... what to do?!
eh... well... i hopped in a cab with him and we hightailed it to brooklyn heights.
(keep in mind: i was not murdered, maimed or violated - well, no more violated than i wanted to be)
nice area. nice apartment. better yet, nice guy. after the show ended he had a car service take me home safely sans irritating pakistani songs or incense wafting into the back of the car. just a little mellow billy joel "piano man" and new car smell... twas lovely.
and it took all of 17 minutes from brooklyn heights to jersey city... not bad. not bad at all. (one has to take these things into consideration, you know)
did i mention that he seems to be a swell egg? the kissing isn't shabby either -- yes. kissing and telling about the kisses... heh.
so uncouth of me.
i shall refrain from getting giddy...
i am trying to clean and organize my apartment... using him as incentive to get this place out of Shamblesville status

