My vagina made me do it.

After a series of missed phone calls, we finally met up at Jakewalk. I admit it. I had hopes of weaseling some cheese out of him. It didn’t work, since he wasn’t hungry.

Grumble….

Anyway, I was late. I’m not even sure how so, because I didn’t gussy myself up. I wore sneakers and a t-shirt, since all my fabulous boots need to go to the cobbler.

He was very fancy, cashmere sweater et all. And really good looking. I was surprised and nervous. Glad the joint was dark. (My roots were showing.)

We split a bottle of primativo, which went down way too easy. I’m never the one to first finish a glass, but my date was quite chatty. Also, he spoke some crazy business that went way over my head. He claimed to not be on drugs but I think he may need them.

I found out that he manages to embarrass his 5 year old daughter. This is awesome.

After some insecure rambling about my slovenly attire, I promise to doll up for next time. He said he hoped so. I said I’d wear my prom dress.

Then I recanted, and stated that I’d show up in my dead grandmother’s wedding dress.

This sufficiently weirded him out, so I knew he was hooked.

And since he grabbed hold of my hand, I knew I was right.