I’m supposed to meet TallDark in an hour for drinks. It’s 110 here today and I worked outside all morning. Is it bad that I’m sorta wanting to just take a big ole’ nap instead of going? Yeah, I guess you’re right, it’s not like someone is going to bring me a cocktail when I’m sleeping, so I’ll go. And I even know how I’ll find him amongst the crowd of early happy hour goers. He’ll be wearing a black T-shirt. And how do I know this? He told me yesterday. YESTERDAY. Uh, I’m supposed to leave in a little over a half an hour and still have no clue what I’m wearing, yet he knew yesterday that he’d be wearing a black t-shirt today. Odd. Of course I had to ask him how on earth he knew what he was going to wear already. Is every Wednesday black t-shirt day? Is his black t-shirt his lucky 1st date shirt? Who knows?
Oh, and is it odd that he told me about the date he had on Saturday? Yeah, I thought so too. Apparently it didn’t go so well. As in she sat there and didn’t crack a smile for a half hour he said. Uhm, I would think if she was just a miserable human being he might have picked up on that via e-mails and chats, right? I certainly hope it doesn’t mean he’s hugely disfigured or the most boring man alive! As I have a little more than no enthusiasm about meeting him, how much do you wanna bet he loves me? C’mon, you know it’ll happen. 😉