So, the Bar Boy did indeed eventually ask me out and we went and got ourselves some beers. We had some nice conversation. The only problem is that I find myself thinking:
"He sure learned a lot about me, and I don't know a thing about him".
I'm not sure what to think about this. I suppose if he asks me out again I'd go out and have a drink or something with him but truth be told, there really wasn't a connection or anything. He seems nice enough, just didn't create that spark you know? I guess this is "dating". He did walk me to my car after and as we stood there saying our goodbyes, he leaned in (for what I don't know) and I decided I was really not into a kiss from this particular gentleman. So I hugged him, and he hugged back and it was..........nice. But that's it. Thinking back on it, I'm really glad that I didn't kiss him (or let him kiss me, if that's what he was going for). I guess I've come to the point in my life where even the kisses are exceptionally important and I have to say that I am glad that this is the last kiss on my memory.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
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Sexy lips, OH Wait I'm a perv cuz you're my kid and that's called a Lesboincestamaniac according to your sister.
I swear to Heaven, just saying that word while I was typing it made me giggle remembering the first time (and the MANY follwing it) that we would throw that word out. LOL
Where has our lady the lipwhore gone?
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