I met a different guy
The new guy I met a on last weekend was okay. He was a little bit goofy and quite "street". So I wasn't sure if I was feeling that or not. I mean, I like a guy who is a bit of a ruffneck, but is also not a thug who hangs out in the streets too much and it seems to me that he is the type that would be in the streets a little bit too much for me. I don't know if the timing is just wrong or not, but he's not "available" enough for me. So I went out with this other guy who works here, but lives in a town about 40 miles away. We went to dinner and since the movies were out due to the tornado the other week (the power was still out at the theater), we decided to hang out at d'arcy pint for some drinks. I've heard they have the best horseshoes. What is a horseshoe, you ask? I hadn't the slightest idea until last night. Apparently, its an open face typ of sandwich that is topped with french fries and some kind of cheese sauce. I was too stuffed from the olive garden to want to try one. So we joked and laughed and had a few drinks. On the way back to my car, we chatted and he gave me a really good kiss. I love to kiss and he was good. Not as good as Mr. B, but good. So we ended up making out at his place. It got really late and instead of driving back home in the middle of the night he let me stay at his place. I had a really good time. He woke me up early this morning so that I could go to work. I was way too tired to get up so he let me sleep until 9:30. I got to work today at 1.