Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Let's Play a Game

It's called "Was it a Date?".

Round One:
After a drink with coworkers last night, I headed over to Dupont to meet Bryan for dinner. I haven't seen him in about 10 months, so I wasn't sure how to greet him. He took care of that by giving me a big hug. We had a really great time at dinner, there was some flirting, catching up, a little digging on his part as to what I've been up to the last 10 months or so. He kept teasing me about my voice - I've been fighting a cold all week. When the check got there, out of reflex, I grabbed my wallet, then when he put way too much, I gave him some back. If I'm going to pay something, at least let me pay my part. We stayed talking for another 30 minutes and then decided we both needed to get home. He put me in a cab, gave me a hug and said good night. I don't think it was a date, but there was definitely a vibe (at the risk of sounding like Larry the neighbor on Three's Company) like it was. I'm confused.
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