hot boy...

so went out last night to hear a friends' band play, and there was this HOT guy there in suit and tie. mmm...he came over and talked. told me all kinds of stories about traveling (mongolia, eating goats etc.) and cool stuff. he's an engineer, a military brat, and fun. we have a lot in common and it was awesome. he even broke horses in CA. he so clearly wanted to make out, even pulled out the gum and was talking with his arm around me like 3 inches from my face. but not being a trashy bar girl, i figured if he wasn't buying me drinks & asking me out, he wasn't gettin' shit.

anyhow, i'm busy being hit on by him, and he's asking me what i'm doing this weekend, but he's avoiding me q's so i know he's got a girl and doing what my exhole was doing on me for the past few months. anyhow, had a great time dancing with him and generally being hit on until he got my number.

i gave it to him but wrote "don't call me if you've got a girl." his closer was "you should come over to lowell and we can meet up and hear this band play in this club." like right.

anyhow, i'm hot. feels good. even though it takes more a**holes to make me feel this way, at least they're good for something.

this guy's friend had just got married and was grabbing us girls. damn. i could have married that!

sometimes life just keeps getting better and better. right now is one of those moments. :)