Here's a little hump-day evening pick-me-up for you. I went out with a guy last night who, while absolutely a perfect gentleman, was about as interesting as talking to my cat while watching paint dry. He seemed nervous about everything from ordering wine to thinking about what he was going to say next to, I don't know, existing. I also think he lied about being 32 because he mentioned something about all of his friends who, "have been in the city for 20 or 30 years." Even if you happen to have gone to college here in Nuevo York, that time span isn't really realistic.
The best part of my night was getting back to Dumbo and seeing that the pizza place downstairs was still open and willing to serve up some super healthy carbs and cheese. I digress. The point is I'd already deleted his number out of my phone and forgotten about him until:
Is that normal? Is this something people generally do? I can't stop laughing. I was fine just pretending it never happened. Anyhow, to all of you, good luck, you know, with the things.
Vennifer.
