It's official. I do NOT need the bricks. He knows. Boy, does he know. We have a third date planned, the Roller Derby. And I like this man. We have... not a LOT in common, but we are both fonts of useless inormation. This is good, we can play Trivial Persuit together (I happen to like the game). I bet he's better at spelling than I am though. And we never want for a conversation topic. That and I think he's an attractive man. He makes me feel ... safe, and .... important in some way. Like he cares what I think on any given topic. It's nice to feel wanted.
Work is going well, I can't complain. Not that anyone would listen if I HAD a complaint. My boss/co-worker/best friend bought me a new T-shirt to wear at the bar, a Sailor Jerry Rum logo-T. It is nice. It is most definitely something I would wear. And will wear tomarrow.
There really isn't all that much to report, other than the fact that I'M DATING!!!!! It's been a while. I hope he understands that I may have forgotten how some of it goes. Excuse me whilst I gush a little bit more, but when he comes in to the bar I can feel myself light up. When he leaves, I walk him out and he kisses me goodnight. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I kinda want to tell him the brick story just to see what his reaction is though.
---Little Bird is on cloud nine