Went to El Compadre with an Internet guy last night. I know, you didn’t even know I was chatting with anyone. Actually, we exchanged emails on Wednesday, talked on Thursday, and met on Friday. That’s the way to do it. About him–Jewish, check. Tall, check. Educated, check. Cute, check. Employed, not at the moment. But he just recently quit a job that he was horribly unhappy at, and I know that feeling well.

Anyway, I had a really nice time as we chatted over too-spicy food and too-strong (is there a such thing?) margaritas. After a couple glasses of water and celebrity sightings–one of the guys from ZZ Top and Paris Hilton (or someone who looked exactly like her, keep in mind we’d just downed some margaritas), we headed over to the Grove and walked around and enjoyed the crisp air. From there we went to my apartment where we spent a couple hours talking until we were both ready to pass out. He gave me a good hug then went home.

Plans have been made for something called a second date. Think good thoughts for me.

p.s. He needs a nickname, but I don’t think Recently Quit His Job Guy sounds very good. Nickname suggestions are much appreciated.