i'm sure you're all sitting on pins and needles after my hot date last night with a steaming piece of dried medieteranean produce.
me: hey, kenny g called. he wants his hair back.
hairy: what do you mean you don't drink?
actually, it went pretty well. i confess, i really liked him. he's articulate, interesting, ambitious, hard-working but laid back, likes to travel, likes to cook, has great hair, meets the 6-foot minium requirement (albeit just barely, but the hair adds an extra couple of inches). i've just got a sinking feeling that the admiration wasn't mutual. dunno why. just do. i'll give it a couple of days before i give up completely, but i kind of already have. le sigh.