Sixth Sense

Tonight brought phone calls from boys.

First was SummaCumeLaude. He is quickly earning points. I don't care if he's 5'11. This guy has already purchased our tickets for the rodeo, figured out what time we should get there, and asked if I would rather we meet in a public place or if I had "any reservations about" him picking me up. How nice! I think this one will be fun.

And it's a rodeo people. Too cool. We meet Saturday.

Oh. Did I mention his dad's a preacher?

His dad's a preacher.

(Hold your laughter on that one, please. It wasn't my finest.)

Ahem. Then got a missed phone call from EngineeringPilot a.k.a. big-dork-who-didn't-turn-off-the-tv-when-I-called-him-back. I think I'm writing this dude off. He actually said it was pretty late for me to be calling him at ten o'clock.

And for my finale...

Drum roll please....

I heard from Anchorman.

What the heck? I know it has only been about four days since we went out - not that I'm counting or anything - but I was expecting him to drop off the face of the earth. He just seemed the type.

Will I go out with him? I dunno. He was lookin' pretty hot and could be a good maker-outer, if nothing else. I can look past his being rude. Maybe. Perhaps he'll redeem himself. Like Jamy said: Everyone gets to make at least a second impression.

GuitarPlayer = a goner. He's probably taken by some blonde bimbo.

But I'm predicting a fun time had by all with SummaCumeLaude.

I have a weird sixth sense about these things.