i’m back to work and i couldn’t be less thrilled about it. i think this has more to do with the fact that i didn’t get to bed until well after 2 a.m. than anything else.
see, i made the mistake of going over to sister #3’s to discuss the TTHM. she’s quite obsessed. well, not really, i guess she’s more curious and of course i have no answers at all.
“so is he your boyfriend?”
“i don’t know, i don’t think so.”
“well don’t i have to ask him to go with me or something? don’t we have to discuss that? we’ve only seen each other three times!”
“yeah, but it’s three dates in less than two weeks.”
“they aren’t even dates!”
“well, whatever you want to call them. you are too hung up on the terminology.”
“so when are you gonna see him again?”
“OH YOU ARE SO DATING.”
blargh. all i know is that i like him. a lot. and i’m pretty sure that he likes me so far. and i try not to overshoot the headlights and worry my fool head off that he’ll figure out sooner rather than later that i’m not all that cool.