After the Phone Call
So, yeah... 2.5 hours of phone call later. I consider. I watch an ep of Blake's 7, and then fall asleep on my couch, awake, and crawl to bed.
On the one hand, the conversation was long. Which is good. I can make her laugh, but was that ever in doubt? I am charming, entertaining fellow, after all.
I will admit, I did, a couple of times, drift from the convo, and struggled to recall what she had just said. That's sort of a bad sign.
She's smart, though, and she sent me pics of her house. She's artsy, and has painted a lot of stuff, and has a very lush and eclectic design sense. Pretty groovy. Is she smart enough? I'm sort of a snob when it comes to intelligence.
We talked easily. I look forward to seeing her on... SUNDAY?!?
Yes, Sunday. She has holiday parties on Sat. Grrr. I work until 6pm. Normally, I'd take a half day off, so I could be all groomed (well, as groomed as I get, lacking any training in such things of the gentry), changed, and we could eat, go see gorilla, and so on. HOWEVER, I have my much anticipated Teen Anime Advisory Group meeting, the first one, set for Sunday, so no way to duck out. So, less than ideal date, in my mind, but I will take it with a smile. I think it will go pretty well, but am wondering what the potential is within this chemical combination. But then, I think too much.
I am tempted to go on a rambling monologue on what I want from relationships and life and so on, but it will tend in directions I don't particularly want to entertain today, so the rest... is silence. Current Mood: contemplative