Friday, April 11, 2008

That's amazing. Don't you think that's amazing?








So, I sort of have an actual "date" tonight... with someone I frolicked with at least four to six months ago.

I shouldn't say more, except that I'm feeling the way some overly jaded forty-year-olds might. I need to remember that Friday night "dates" haven't exactly been burning up my social calendar as of late.

6 comments:

The Angry Young Man said...

Well, not with that attitude, mister! You can't sit around in your "riviera" manse, clad in nothing but a housecoat, expecting life to be some Hallmark card! You gotta work it and make things happen for you! March down to El Paseo Nuevo and buy yourself some new clothes, head over to The Graduate in IV, look hot! Take a language class at SB Shitty Collitch! Place a personal ad in The Independent! You'll be up to your nostrils in dick before you know it!

joe said...

Dude, who said anything about a lack of dick? Me and my nostrils are fine, thankew very much.

Oh, and Heather, The Graduate is soooo '87.

copp3rred said...

I think one of my two time tricks is asking me out, and it seems wrong. Yours must be of quite a caliber to consider coffee and pastries. At least you have the sex worked out; I do so hate when you have to ponder if they're compatible, especially if you start to really like them.

LadrĂ³n de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

My Friday night "date" was a three hour strategy discussion with my CEO and then I came home to watch "Veronika Voss" with my cat. Oh, you 40-somethings have all the luck.

joe said...

copper: "at least you have the sex worked out..." Well, not really. Not at all.

ladron: "all the luck..." Well, I wish I could say you're right.

Salty Miss Jill said...

Try being to a workaholic engineering professor and stuck in a college town...then we'll talk about thrilling social lives! ;)
Hope you had fun, handsome.