So this week has been crazy. I've purchased a car to replace my fucking beast of an FJ, and I couldn't be happier about that. I've been trying to get rid of it for almost a year. I'm getting a nice gas sipping VW Golf. I pick it up tonight at 6.
Now onto the real juicy stuff. I have a date tonight. It is another POF.com date, so it could go any which direction. It will of course make fantastic blog fodder. There will be a "Post Date Blinks" tonight probably right after the date is over, as that is the best time to write about it.
In other NtH news, I am going out for dinner with Vino tomorrow. I thought, "perfect, a great way for us to reconnect after losing that spark we had when we first met 6 months ago." Holy fuck, it's already been six months since we met. Where the fuck does time go?
I was actually more excited about the dinner with Vino than I was about the date tonight. This all changed when I got a text this morning. "Zach is goingto come for dinner too-" Not asking, telling. Well shit in my mouth and call me your sister. Zach is a good guy, I've met him before and actually passed out on his couch once. I'm sure it will be a pleasant evening filled with laughs and good conversation, but my odds of progressing to a more romantic relationship with her just went down the shitter. On a side note: I know that Zach has had a thing for Vino as well, so this could be a recipe for disaster. More good blogging material I guess.
I promise I won't be this guy.
Vino picked the restaurant, Greek. I may be able to get a good lamb shank out of this as well.
Is it odd that I think about all the shitty things that happen in my life in a more positive light because I can now entertain people with it?
Anyway till later this evening,