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He brings me sugar...

So, I went to Pianos last night. This was something I decided I'd do last week when I saw that Sarah was spinning & Saintface was playing. (remember how I wanted to see them this summer? hmmn - I really need entry link capability...) Now, just as I got down there, I got a vm from Boy8 saying that he was nearby, that he had just been fired, had about $30 to his name, but was I still going to Pianos? Obviously I called him right back: oh! you poor thing! of course you should come to Pianos & I will buy you lots of drinks & you can drown your sorrows with me. And so, I became a sugar-momma of sorts for the evening. It was really kinda nice... paying for stuff makes me feel less obligated to well, whatevs - if you're a girl, you know what I mean. Also it was fantastic that the date materialized out of nowhere... I mean I didn't get the chance to work myself up into a frenzied, panic like state or anything. And he *is* very sweet. I felt very at ease with him, we talked a lot, which was nice. I still don't know a whole lot about him, but enough so that I don't feel at all awkward about the other night. There was more hand holding & cute touching, and there was more of the kissing. Yay for the kissing. I could have gone home with him, I mean he asked me to... repeatedly, but I didn't. Aren't you all proud of me? I mean.. the boy was rather persuasive & there was definitely talk of my calling in sick & spending the whole day with him, but I chose to be responsible & go home & go to work in this crappy weather & not stay warm in bed all day with cute new boy... hmmn. When I put it that way I'm not so sure *I'm* proud of me... heh.

So, you may ask, where does that leave our heroine? Tonight is up in the air... obviously the boy doesn't have the $ to take me out, and I'm not sure, but I may have agreed to forgo the date entirely in lieu of staying in with him this evening... hmmn. We'll see about that. I may drag him out to see Miracle. But that can only work for him... burly men with Canadian accents that race around with big sticks beating the crap out of each other totally turn me on.

more later...