eeek

I have been so busy lately, the idea of, on a Thursday night, coming home from work, getting all dolled up, and going out to some bar or club kind of repulses me. I'd rather come home, have a glass of wine, watch some tv, talk to my roommate, and go to bed. I am such a homebody it's ridiculous.

In other news... The mountain man, whom I now think is more a like a cowboy, so I call him hombre, and I have been talking a lot... this morning we talked about kissing. Apparently he used to date a girl for 14 months and hasn't kissed anyone but her for the past year and a half and really wants to kiss someone... hopefully me... and he said something about biting. And I was like, Yeah biting can be fun. And he said, You seem like a biter. 

Oh my god. This never happens to me. I think I maybe like him. Maybe. It's uncertain.

And yeah we have exchanged phone numbers, to perhaps hang out this weekend. EEEEEK!