This morning I embarked on a 7-mile walk/run. Yeah, I walked. It's OK. It, uh, helps prevent injury. Well, it does!Tonight I attended the CD launch party of my friend Kevin Smith and the Kevin Smith band. He likes to play at the Tiniest Bar in Texas. He's got such a deep voice and a rugged look, and he lives the life of a struggling artist. He's a sweet guy and always has a kiss for my cheek. My friend Amy met up with me for the party, but the party played out more like a who's who of my extended group of friends.
The random thing that happened, though, is I have this date planned with a match.com guy tomorrow. He's got long hair. I've never been into guys with long hair. But I'm trying to be more open-minded, and I've never commented on his hair, other than when he has, as he seems to make a point of that and wanted me to know up front that he wasn't going to cut his hair for anyone. Um, OK. Keep your damn hair.
So it shouldn't surprise me that this random guy would call me for the first time ever at 10:15 on a Saturday night. I could barely hear him on the phone due to the noise and music at the party, so if he was even so much as suggesting we meet early a la booty call, then thank goodness he was allowed to save face. I'm already having second thoughts about meeting him, obviously.
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