I really wanted my next entry to be about my past weekend (I have so much to say about it). Maybe I'll still write about it later. Right now though, the chronicles of the elusive and mysterious Brandon Smith are going to end in T-Minus 2 hours and counting.
I didn't hear from him until around 6p.m. so I wasn't really sure if we were still doing anything. All of a sudden two text messages later I had plans to meet at the Sofitel at 10p.m.
Talk about throwing a wrench in my game...I thought we were going to meet at the latest 8 o'clock and that I could just wear some workish type outfit to show you know, that I'm a professional working woman who should be taken seriously. That although I'm a goofball at times I'm extremely serious and dedicated; mature.
So argh, imagine my flustrations (yes, you read right) when I realize "Oh joy! We are going to this posh hotel bar close to the witching hour on a weekday. I have to wear a weekend outfit. But what?"
A few phone calls later and I'm ready to knock this 27 year old law grad dead with newfound confidence and a plan. We'll see how this goes...we still don't know what each other looks like. I have a feeling this night is either going to be extremely interesting or an extreme disaster.
Stay tuned.
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1 comment:
haha, oh, I'm very tuned.
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