we had a time, oh yes we had a time...


after finally locating a copy of wig in a box, six stores later, i headed off to meet B. he seemed pretty excited about it, i guess he'd been trying to track it down ever since i told him about it. so that made me happy. we did a little shopping, he wanted me to play dress up with him. i like the way he dresses but he seems to think that something is lacking in his appearance. he's just the hottest guy i know, but whatever. he's under the impression that i'm such a great dresser, so he wanted me to put some things together for him. it was cute watching him look at things and try to match things up, showing everything to me to see if i liked what he picked out. too adorable he was. then we hit thirsty dog for some dinner. it was nice to sit and talk and drink a little. we looked like we were on a date. we were all dressed up, me in a black dress shirt, him in a black sweater. that's twice now that i've arrived at his place only for him to change into something similar to what i had on. everyone wants to be cool like me. i hope everyone thought we were on a date cause we looked hott. har har. anyway i did see this cutie at the restaurant that looked exactly like this blogger whose site i've been reading. he has pictures on his page. it was really odd, i kept staring at him. i think he thought i was interested in him, but i was perfectly happy with my fake date. so we left the restaurant and decided to hit our new favorite bar. favorite because it's within walking distance of B's place. it was packed last night. we went the week before and there were only about twenty people, but last night we were lucky to find a seat. we sat and drank and flirted with our adorable waitress, she loved us. i think she wanted to be on our fake date too. we harassed her because we picked out songs on the juke box, after she told us we'd hear our songs, but we never did. when we left she stopped us at the door to say goodbye and we told her we were leaving because she lied to us about our songs. we're so cool. oh yeah, and hott too. dorks. we were trashed by the time we left there, and i was broke again. so much for my fifty dollars lasting me for one week, i made it two days. then we stopped at the gas station right next to the bar and bought more beer because we just weren't drunk enough, and headed back to his place. then we sat and tried to focus on a movie but our drunken ADD took over and we gave up after ten minutes. i was hoping that the sight of james van der beek and ian somerhalder making out would inspire B to reenact it there on his couch, but sadly we never got to that part. so he played the guitar for me and sang a little and i swooned. we played some cds for the next couple of hours picking out songs for each other. we talked a lot, i don't remember much of what we talked about. i think i invited him to go with me to see gavin degraw next month. he taunted me with his story of how he met adam duritz and hung out with him for a bit. i decided that our fake date was over at the point. but then i forgave him because that's what us twelve year old little girls do. and i am a better dresser than he is. he told me a lot of crazy things about himself that i never would have guessed and i'm still trying to process all of it. you'd think after twenty years you'd know someone. he knew he blew me away with all of it, but i told him that it didn't make me think any less of him. i'm a little rattled, but i'll get past it. it won't make me break up with my imaginary boyfriend, we'll still fake date. it could make things a lot more interesting in the next few months. so we called it a night. i started playing music obnoxiously loud, he came out of his bedroom and turned it down. he went back to his room and i cranked it back up. i got scolded again, i'm such a brat. my drunk insane mind decided that i must kiss the boy and see where that would take things. so i went to his bedroom. he asked me if i was okay. i lost my nerve. i left his room and he came out after me asking me what was up. i said i forgot what i wanted, man i suck. he asked me a few more times if i needed anything and said i new where to find him if i remembered what i came into his room for. aside from that, and waking up at 8:30am puking my guts out and falling asleep on the bathroom floor until noon, the night was a lot of fun. and now i'm supposed to head out and meet everyone at the coffee house to hear an old friend perform. this should be fun, oh wait i mean boring. i'd rather be on another fake date.