A Real Date
Saw Shattered Glass last night. Great adaptation of what could have been a potentially really boring true story film. After the movie, Nice-Jewish-I-Don’t-Know-What-I-Am-Looking-For-Boy and I grabbed a bite to eat then he took me home–said he was tired and not feeling too well (is everyone in LA sick?!) so he didn’t want to come up but would call me tomorrow. It was our first “real date,” since date number one was just drinks and date number two was hanging out on New Year’s Eve. I have to say, date number three was good–it was cool to have a date-date. Here’s to hoping there’s a date number four! Keep those fingers crossed for me.
