Okay, I think I forgot about my date tomorrow simply because I'm scared. Of people. Of relationships. Of dating. Of making an ass of myself and rejection.

But Erin seems to like me. Yeah, she's the girl I had sex with on New Year's Eve. It was a really weird situation, but I recognized her voice when she called me. I sound like such a slut, but I'm really not. I hadn't had sex in a year and a half.

She's a grad student. She's majorly involved with botony and entomology, and she's attractive, and she likes carrion flowers. I would get her a bouquet of stinking corpse lilies, but I really don't want to smell them, and I think it might ruin the mood. She's currently cultivating and studying the lantern stinkhorn. It attracts flies. I don't know.

So. Bettie Page on Wednesday. Erin tomorrow. I hope I don't fuck it up and make an ass of myself as I am wont to do.