if nothing else, at least life is entertaining.
in three strange days, I went on two dates. met a doctor* who thought he needed to check my tonsils within minutes of meeting me. got a call from bike boy. had a boy tell me he loved me. ran into an old friend. and set into motion the first date resulting from the bet.
the two dates were with a fantastic guy. one I'm really beginning to like. alot. the first was great. the second, not so much. he said he was preoccupied. and apologized. but I got the feeling he'd changed his mind about me in a day. he's gone for a while. so, I guess time will tell.
and the doctor was adorable, but turned out his looks were only eclipsed by how much of an ass he was.
then there was the three-word conversation. it had been a year since I'd met 24. he'd been excited to hang out with me over the weekend. when I saw him, he was beyond inebriation. and he told me he loved me. repeatedly. even after I ensured him that he didn't.
of course he doesn't remember this conversation. at all. but a few friends have insisted guys don't say these things unless they mean them. that alcohol can be like a truth serum. I still don't buy it.
and since it was already a bizarre few days, I caved and finally talked to a guy I met from the bet. he was funny. and seemed nice. and we're going to hang out this week.
although it was snow falling from the sky all weekend, I think it was actually pouring.
* doctor was what his friends and he said he was. I highly doubt that was true.