morning weight: super-sized and disgusting
Well, here we go. New week. New start. Operation Carb Creep is over. All carbs gone from the house. Exercise on the evening agenda. Operation Back on Track has begun.
My date was great. I was instantly attracted upon sight of him, as he asked me if the bar I had suggested we meet at was a biker bar. Too funny. And that is what he is in one word: Peter is funny...I mean stand-up comedian funny. I was laughing so much I couldn't catch my breath at one point. Gotta wonder though, is that every night or what? Would I be able to stand it? Is there such a thing as too much laughter? He reminded me a little of Seinfeld. If that ends up including the obsessive tendencies, that would be a bad thing.
He gets points for knowing some SATC characters! And quoting from the movie Office Space, and knowing who Dwight is from the Office. We never had an awkward moment until...we started kissing at the door to my car and he suggested we go sit in his. He didn't want to keep kissing in public. Fair enough. But I wasn't about to do more than kiss. He was a good kisser, very gentle. I resisted the urge to devour him. And luckily he didn't push for anything. And we mostly sucked cool air from the AC as much as we sucked face so it was all good in the end.
And about the end...neither of us said anything about calling or being in touch. It just seemed so natural that we would be seeing each other again. Earlier in the night we made reference to seeing a movie together, as he was soundly beating my ass in pool (love a guy who can play a mean game of pool and laughingly talk trash the entire time). So I feel fairly confident that I'll hear from him again.
Of course, all day yesterday I didn't hear from him, but...that's OK. Right? Right.
So, life after Lenny? Here's hoping.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."