Oh god. I just realized he said it was intense. Making out with me. Crap. I've got to slow this down or else it'll be like every other relationship attempt. Intense. Short and intense. On the bright side I can't remember the last time I made it through a second date without putting out. (Especially if I liked the person.)
We drank wine and he told me about how the cassette tape of the ghostbusters soundtrack he'd had since the movie came out in theaters was sucked up into the vacuum cleaner and I held his hand for the first time, in an ironic sort of, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," comforting way, when really I was just looking for an excuse to hold his hand.
10:56 p.m. - 2007-02-11
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