Cliffhangers and Advice

I think I've recovered from the awful episode of this weekend. I didn't mean to be overdramatic in my last post and omit everything that happened. I just felt weird telling the blogging community all my personal biz-nazz.

And no. I wasn't raped. Good Lord, Clint.

Grumble. Anyway. Let me catch you up on my cliffhangers that I promised last week.

1. The Quadruple F-Bomb Dropper Who Asked Me Out: Several weeks ago, I winked at a guy whom I thought was very cute in his profile. He sent me an e-mail and said he wanted to talk on the phone. I sent my phone number. He called the next day.

Within the first 30 seconds of talking with him, I knew something was wrong.

He was drunk, people. Drunk. Who does this?

Not only that, but within about 10 minutes of the conversation, he dropped the f-bomb four times.

He then asked if I was free for drinks later in the week.

I told him I didn't think this was going to work out. What a first impression!

Did I mention he went to OU? Figures.

2. I Didn't Get Paid for My Time At Work Last Week: I shouldn't be blogging about work stuff. So I won't. If you're curious about this story, e-mail me.

In unrelated news, Sixty has not called me since our last date. He hasn't e-mailed either. Nor sent smoke signals or a carrier pigeon.

Do I sit tight? Or is he waiting for me to make the next move? Advice, bloggers?