Feeling: giddy
Listening to: Bloodhound Gang - Along Comes Mary
Reading/Watching: ...

So a boy I've been e-mailing with asked me to meet him for dinner, and while I didn't let him pay for me, we did trade mix CDs (this was previously arranged; we talk about music A LOT). He also loaned me a George R.R. Martin book, and I am supposed to bring him some DVDs next time.

Because there's supposed to be a next time.

He's utterly adorable. Blue eyes. Significantly taller than me (like I could wear four inch heels and still be shorter... yay). A year older. Nice and solid, not too skinny or squishy. I kind of didn't want to stop hugging him goodbye.

He said he was tempted to call in to work (he works nights, which is one drawback), but knew I had the first day of school in the morning. We kept leaning closer and closer over the table. His hands kept inching toward mine.

I spent the past 2 hours listening to his CD and being all googly-eyed. This is clearly headed for disaster.

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