A discovery: falling asleep in a strange bed while still wearing all of your clothes (even your belt and your bulky wallet in your pocket) is not as uncomfortable as it sounds. Provided, of course, you have had a sufficient quantity of apple-tinis beforehand.
A re-discovery: I really, really enjoy going on dates. I have not had an actual date in far too long -- this boy was a positive breath of fresh air. Fun, witty, engaging, cute. Can hold his liquor. Can hold his own in banter with me, which is probably more important.
A supposition: I am dreadfully low on iron, or some other property of red meat. I cannot seem to get enough of it. (Last night, in fact, I meant to order the tuna steak au poivre, but accidentally ordered the steak au poivre (sans tuna) instead. Medium rare, thinking it was tuna. It must have been something subconscious, as when the steak got to the table I tucked in like there was no tomorrow, and was damned glad I got what I did.) I am eating a big fat cheeseburger right now. It came kind of scarily rare, but I think it may be the best burger ever. I do not know if I will ever order anything well-done ever again.
A conundrum: I have another date with a different boy tonight. I do not know if I even want to go, as I think I would be quite content dating the first boy for quite some time. "Playing the field," as it were, is a lot more difficult than I remember. I am really out of practice with this whole dating thing, and stand amazed that I managed to get two dates on successive nights with two different people, after such a long period with no dates on any nights with any people.
An observation: Last night's boy reminds me an awful lot of the only boy I have ever dated for longer than three weeks. Except he seems to come without this previous boy's fatal flaws, namely, being dull and unclever.
A clarification: In case you had not picked up the tenor of this entry, I had an absolutely fantastic time last night. He felt rather comfortable rather quickly. I like that.