guess who had a date last night?

meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

and not even a 'met online' date.
a real date, with a boy who apparently really likes me cause he kept asking me out even though i kept blowing him off. so anyway he wore me down (and by wore me down, i really mean 'got me drunk and kissed the hell outta me') and we went out last night.

and it. was. great.

he wouldn't tell me where we were going but said to dress nice (as if i wouldn't . . . please) and kept it a surprise until we got there.

'there' being a theater down town showing a play about two 'gothic clowns' Mump and Smoot who were truly funny and wonderful. two different groups of people came in late and both time the players stopped what they were doing and improved - basically giving them shit for coming in late. there were also puppets, a slow motion fight scene and a lot of fake blood. also the front row got wet. ps - we were in the front row - and I LOVED IT.

then we walked around down town to find a place for dinner - and he held my hand, so cute - i had the steak, he had the chicken, i ate the whole desert.

more walking down stephen ave. more hand holding. more cuteness.

i even got to play dj on the drive home, and we talked about music we loved.

this boy likes sarah bareilles! what?

he walked me to my door . . .

and oh man, the kiss . . .

its been awhile since i've had that weak in the knees feeling, i kinda forgot what it was like and man have i missed it.

so the lesson here kids, is this: give the boy a chance the first time he asks and you won't waste months not getting kissed. remember that.