Well That Didn't Work

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Last night was interesting. Frank (a guy on the 7th floor) asked me to dinner at this semi-expensive Italian restaurant in Dupont Circle. He was quite the gentleman, lol. (I've always been kind of old fashioned like that.) He made the reservations, held doors, ordered for me, and paid for the whole meal. I don't know why I was uncomfortable with all that, I guess it's because, for the first time, I think I'm worth it. When I got here, I was surprised by how many guys held doors for me. I mentioned to my mother how it made me feel uncomfortable and that was her response: "Why, you're worth it." Anyway, my outing with Franks was really nice, he's a great guy. We shared some really good conversation the whole way there and throughout dinner. We discussed everything from our home towns to foreign policy and economics. He's smart, he's funny, he's nice, he's (not really my type, but) attractive, he's half Jewish (which would appease my mother) and I have no interest whatsoever. I don't really now what the problem is.

I guess I got used to feeling in love every time I went out with Dennis. Dating someone for almost two years'll do that. Point is, I'd gotten used to (not in a monotonous way) to feeling so much for the person I was with that feeling nothing when I went out with Frank made me think that it couldn't go anywhere, like there was no spark. Obviously, I shouldn't feel love for Frank on our first (does saying "first" imply they'll be a second?) date, I know that, but I think I should feel a spark or something. Grr...

Anyway, when we got back to the 7th, Matt told me that Adam (the triplet that graduated) and his friend, Vinnie, were there. Since they're not around as often as we'd like, I raced down to my room to grab my camera, only to walk in on my roommate, Hannah, and her boyfriend...um...ya. She hadn't bothered to leave a note on the door, a message on our dry-erase board, call my cell or text me. I grabbed my camera and ran upstairs, where I ended up spending the night. As it happened, Frank and one of his roommates, Rob, were "sexiled" from their room by their other roommate, Phil. The three of our sexilations inspired Nick to make a documentary, as he often does. At the end of the night, we had a 10-minute documentary on sexiling. It was hysterical.

Ok, tiny bit of reading to do...cya'll.

P.S.-There's a running joke on the 7th floor that I live up there, I just sleep on the second floor, lol. It's so true. Comments ()

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