I don’t even know where to start.
Guy came into the store last night. Older, husky, handsome in a rugged kinda way. Interacted with him a little bit while helping out another customer (another story, a long story, and one I’ll blog about later). Guy’s cute, didn’t think much more of it, commented to AM when he left that he was handsome.
Get a message on PoF today… “Are you the girl from Candy Mountain? You were helping a lady?”
Guess who! Let’s call him Photog. We chatted back and forth via email all day. He kept asking me the same questions (lol) so I’m not sure if he was really paying attention. Then again, I ask the same questions to make sure I get the same answers. Maybe Photog is wily, too!
Anyway, we might have a potential coffee date in the future. And I don’t know what the hell the deal is with Grammar… we’re still exchanging a lot of texts, but I can’t get a handle on him. And I’m sure that’s part of his M/O. We’re still fighting about grammar, too.
Right now I’m talking to one of AM’s friends via MSN. He’s wearing a dress. It’s a very pretty dress. Yes, I think it’s that kind of night. I know you’re sitting there with your eyebrows up right now, I can see it, you know. I won’t even tell you the type of conversation I’m having with this stranger. As Chicago said, I’m surrounded by men… so what if some of them aren’t the “norm”?
BTW – Pretty got a job interview for Friday morning. I know she’s going to rock it – she just needs to remember that they want her. She has something they WANT. Being a woman doesn’t hurt, either. And flashing her pretty smile will make a world of difference.
Okay, time for bed. Even Daisy isn’t brave enough for all of this guy’s suggestions…
