Me First...A First
For the first time ever, I got drunk and went home with a guy. Seriously. I am turning 43 in a couple of weeks and this is a first for me. Only you guys could understand how cool that felt. To do this thing "regular" girls do. To flirt shamelessy with a guy who was cute and successful, charming and super smart, and have him flirt back with me until we both just gave in. We had SO MUCH FUN. It's been several days now and like you'd expect, no call or anything, but I don't care. He was CUTE. SUCCESSFUL. FUNNY AS HELL. WITH THE MOST AMAZING HOUSE (I am an architectural ****) I HAVE SEEN IN AWHILE. He made me laugh non-stop and kept me engaged (this was pre-drunk as this was the second time we'd met socially). Yes, it would be nice to hear from him. But whether I ever do or not, I feel adorable that I took "a walk of shame" the following morning. Does anyone understand?
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08/22/2002 (WLS date)
425/177/238/160 (high/low/current/goal)
"Don't count the moments but make the moments count!!"