Cookie McCookerson

Work has been so crazy for the past week or so that I haven't been able to slack off at all. What's that about? We were so busy that I ended up making some mistakes because I couldn't remember everything. Proof I'm not perfect. I know. I'll pause while your world comes crashing down around you.




Was that enough time? Good.

The semester is wrapping up, so that means except for two more nights, I'm gonna be free as a bird to go home after work. It feels like I'm on vacation. I didn't realize how much I was gone from home until I got to be there more often. Tonight I have to head up to school for the final critique in Photography. All I wanna hear is that I got an A and I'm fabulous and I can go home, but I know that's never going to happen.

There is so much to blog that it feels like there is nothing to blog, because it's all little stuff that amused me this week. My friends and co-workers are the funniest people in the world.

Oh! I know!

I had the best first date ever of all time. It was a guy in my Drawing class that I got to know cause we sneak out to smoke with this other girl, Ginger. Now, Ginger, lovely girl, dominates the conversation. Now, I thought I did that, but she is masterful. We'd try to talk to each other, but she would interject some story. The last night of class they kept talking about food, and there was mention of all of us going to eat after class.

We went back in and worked, and then pinned our work up to look at it from afar and told each other how great we were. I love my Drawing class, every one of them.

When I was leaving, there was that whole awkward "I'm walking slow because I'm waiting for you, but I don't want it to appear as if I'm waiting la la la I like to walk slow" thing. I stopped to find a pen to write down the date of our final, and so I ended up walking out a few minutes behind him. When I was walking past his car, he was still ....moving .... slow.. and I finally just had mercy and asked if he was going to eat, and he said "Yes, do you want to go?" and I said "Sure" and he said that made him so happy, which was sweet, and I started to call out to Ginger to meet us but then I didn't, and neither did he.

We went to Jefferson's, which was too crowded cause we were starving, so I rode with him to Struts. We ate, smoked, talked about our friends, music, movies, and art. We have a lot in common. When I apologized for babbling (I can't stop myself) he told me he liked it. I reached for my purse to pay, and he wouldn't let me, saying he wanted to pay, and he had a lot of fun. We traded phone numbers and promised to call (I need to call him, note to self), and he drove me back to my car, where there was good-nights, and promises to call, and talk of how much fun we had.

Isn't that the greatest date? I thought so. You wanna know why it was a great date? Cause he's gay. I mean, like I'd really go out with a cute guy from my drawing class if he was straight and have a good, non-awkward time. Please. Have you met me?

All I know, is from now on, I'm only dating gay guys.