Quickie

Not that kind of quickie, you sickos. A quickie post. Geez.

Wanted to tell you all something before I headed out the door from work. I am meeting another gentleman for drinks at 7 at one of my favorite bars: Fox and Hound. I know quite a bit about him from our e-mails, but we have yet to speak on the phone. In fact, come to think of it, I don't think he even has my phone number.

Anywho. He is 29 -- a little old for me, but I'm mature enough to handle it -- and works in radiology.

Let's cross our fingers that he doesn't bring up his mother.

Gah.