I went on a date last night. We kissed in my car after going to a spanish tapas place. He'd parked at the other end of the street and around the corner so I drove him to his car. He was a horrible kisser. We made out through an entire cd. My brother's band. It was bizarre.
It was like he was trying to eat my face. And he kept going for my crotch, which is not cool on a first date, at least if you're making out in a car parked around the corner from the restaurant. He asked when he got out of the car if my breasts were a D. I said they were a full C. He looked like he didn't believe me. I told him that I don't believe in wearing padded bras because it feels like false advertising.
I feel lukewarm about him. He emailed me today and asked if I wanted to go hiking on Sunday. I said it was too cold for hiking. He asked if I wanted to come over to his place and he'd cook dinner and we could watch a movie. I suggested we go out to lunch and catch a matinee of the King of Scotland.
I am not even remotely interested in fucking him.
5:36 p.m. - 2007-02-09
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