I went on a date last night. A good date. A second date. Dinner and a movie. The dinner? Wonderfully Southern at a place heavy on the kitsch (thus, awesome), Agnes & Muriel's. Barbie dolls and toys everyone. Small and quaint. Sitting at the window, near the lights. The movie? But I'm a Cheerleader. The best part? Going back to the "Glass Vase Cello Case" love scene for smooches. The kind that, well, mean something.
And then her cat climbed onto my chest and licked my chin. Perfect.
And then her cat climbed onto my chest and licked my chin. Perfect.
*wistful sigh*
Date: 2001-11-05 01:51 pm (UTC)Re: *wistful sigh*
Date: 2001-11-05 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: *wistful sigh*
Date: 2001-11-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Silly girl.
Anyways, she said she's DEFINATELY lucky. And that she had a GREAT time.
Perhaps y'all should do that again sometime?
Re: *wistful sigh*
Date: 2001-11-05 05:16 pm (UTC)Silly girls rock. :) And I think there should definitely be a third date. Yes. Absolutely.