Paperwork from Denver has come flooding in... to Boston. My mom faxed some stuff over, but RedSox has the rest. Luckily he's coming to LA tomorrow night.
I'm looking forward to seeing him, though I must admit that our time apart has been good for me. I miss him, but not in the relationship way. It's lonely out here, but I am enjoying my freedom.
After my board exam on Monday, I decided to try craigslist. I put up an ad for friends, got a million responses and finally met up with someone who suggested a place I could get to by foot. Low and behold, he's NOT an actor. In fact... he is an investment banker.
What are the odds?
He was a cutie. We had a drink, then more, then more. I'm fairly certain I drank an entire bottle of wine. I was definitely wasted...
I know we kissed, but I don't remember. I know I talked to RedSox on the phone, but I don't remember.
The I-banker texted me the next day asking to hang out again. I waited a few hours before responding that I was busy. I have yet to hear back, so I'm sure that might be the end of him.
And it's great... because I love being back on the prowl.
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
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