The Triad Encounters a Nice Guy
That’s right I am triumphantly raising my fist to the sky and giving myself the double-guns because I AM SO AWESOME.I have a date. A DATE. A real date. With a guy I actually like and respect and can look in the eyes instead of the crotch when he talks.
This is Handsome Nerd of course, the cute nice guy I met at Friday’s party who made me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt. He went from hook-up potential to boyfriend potential faster than anyone in my dating/sexual history. Impressive. Especially considering the strength/hunger of The Pussy as we’re going on ten weeks without sex. (Another record for me. Not a happy one, mind you.)
While at Dr. Barbie’s apartment tonight, I grilled her fiance Ken about what Handsome Nerd thought of me. In typical guy fashion he was brief: “Yeah, he liked you. Thinks you’re cute, nice. Sure, call him up.”
YESSSSSSSSS! Don’t mind if I do—
