so along those lines...tonight i had a date. with a really ridiculously cute girl. loves npr. smart. art historian. well traveled. in other words, intimidating. so we have dinner. dutch. not apparent, but one of those things in retrospect that i'm like slapping myself for...totally understand what a dude feels ike now...she shows me her film on SHOWGIRLS. we smoke. talk. gives me a CD. walks me to my CAR. and then because a streetfight is brewing i give her a lift home. did imention this is two blocks away? if even....i then say goodnight sans kiss etc. feel lame and email her the answers to our conversational questions...among other things. if i didn't blow it before, this was probably my moment. answers consist of hte meaning of melatonin vs melanin....and the avg age of girls in the us when beginning menstruation. yeah, i'm fucking genius. on the other hand at least i wasn't emailing her hte name of the newest american idol...buti did make sort of a brain connection between teh show cheers and desperate housewives. whatever the girl thinks showgirls is epic. and maybe it is. to be fair i haven't seen it yet. but maybe this is fair grounds. oh yeah, and if you can't tell i've had a bit of ireland so to speak. night.
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