Five
Received a compliment on my straight hair. Had a quick drink, went to an improv show, then had a late dinner. Went back to my apartment and chatted some more. Learned, among other things, that he isn’t sure if he ever wants kids; maybe in five years. Went to sleep. Woke up around 9:30. Laughed really hard as we made up a new word that we both found incredibly amusing. Gave him a toothbrush. Went to breakfast, sans makeup and a hair brushing, at the one place in the area without an hour long wait. Came back to my place and saw the blimp airship I helped paint outside my window and on the television at the same time–a very LA thing. Played around on the Internet, learned about CL Guy’s real estate investment strategies, introduced him to fun websites, and asked him to help me fix some stuff in my apartment. Watched a red carpet preview show, then he left to go home.
I don’t know if I should go out with him again. I like him. I have a lot of fun when I’m with him, but the whole not being sure about wanting kids thing bothers me; I know I want to be a mom one day. And I don’t want to get more attached to someone who doesn’t see that in their future.