Cloud Nine

Yes, yes, the date on Friday went well. Great conversation...not an ackward pause to be had...and we seem to have a lot in common. He's very cute and he's a grown up with a punk soul. Now I just got to see this tattoo he says he sports (I'm a sucker for tattoos).

So that was the stressful part of the weekend...post-date (who knew?!). I polled everyone I knew about etiquette for calling to express appreciation, and decided to send off an e-mail this a.m. I opened my e-mail this a.m. to find :::squeeee::: (stealing the expression from Gladys because it fits so perfectly) that he had already e-mailed me to say he'd enjoyed meeting and that we should meet again soon and he would call me this week (breathe). I haven't stopped grinning and my cheeks hurt like hell.

On a less good note, I had another date last night with a Man In Black...seriously, unrelieved black. Cool, if it were kind of goth, but it wasn't that hip. And he was a bit high brow for me...he likes "cinema" and his taste is music is very art-house. Anyway, I shot him an e-mail that I wasn't so interested.

Now I must go pretend to work for the rest of the day.