A What?! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Holy crap! I just accepted a date! I honestly can’t remember the last time I did that. Was it back in January when I went out with that freak, KA? Nah. Not really. I had to pick his ass up. Oh my gosh. My last date was with Aaron, who I’m assuming died a very tragic death since he never called me back after all of the gift-giving and plan-making.

So it’s Sunday brunch with Paul then. Good. That gives me most of the weekend to get in as much work and workout and drink as I can, so that I can truly relax and enjoy on Sunday.

I skipped out on the St. Paddy’s Day boozing in favor of sleeping last night. What a wise and beautiful choice I made. I didn’t tell you that I’d gone out Monday night and filled my throat full of beer and my ears full of music and then my belly full of wasabi peas and dried apricots, did I? Well I did. And I paid for it fully on Tuesday. Those wasabi peas gave me the worst headache ever! And they made me forget where I’d parked my car the night before. What an odd reaction, eh?

Not sure what I think about Paul, but it’s funny. He’s the first guy I met when I moved to this town. I met my brand new friend Kim at an Irish pub and he saw me studying the tanks of whiskey at the bar, so he bought me a shot and we split it. And though I honestly don’t go out that much here, I see him almost every time I go out. He’s tall and gangly and odd and goofy. And not shy at all…until he calls me on the phone. And then I hear the nervousness in his voice.

There’s something strangely attractive about him, though I can’t put my finger on it. And he has a most noble career, but I’m still not 100% sure of what he does. Something about working with children in underdeveloped countries. He travels a lot. Knows a lot of people. Is friendly and sometimes downright hilarious. But here’s the problem: he dated Renee for a long time. Renee hangs out in my semi-circle of girlfriends (I say “semi” because we’re honestly not that close), though I’m less friendly with her than I am with any of them.

Not sure if I should say something to her or not. She’s not the kind of person that I’d just pick up the phone and chat with, ya know? And I may be getting ahead of myself anyway, because I’m not even sure if I really like the guy in the first place.

Whatever. It’s a DATE. Finally….something to focus on besides work.