ahh! i am in a state of ridiculous excitement currently.
in my last journal post i mentioned that natalia told me to message one of her friends on myspace in an attempt to hook us up with one another. after i was finally able to access myspace, and after far too much deliberation, i sent him a really awful introductory message complete with an apology for being horrible at internet introductions and a request for him to send back a list with five things he thinks that people should know about him upon meeting him. apparently he was charmed, wrote back with a cute list and the statement, "well, if i had to rank introductions i'd put this one at the top of my list."
i dubbed him mr. charming after that and then spent basically the whole afternoon trying to compose my list and my next move. i suggested that i either continue the "list schtick," or he could have a few drinks and tell me more about himself (e.g., where he grew up, sartre vs. camus, whether or not he dislikes adam sandler movies as much as i tend to), or i could talk to natalia and see if we could get together, with the assurance that i'm more charming in person. (i've had numerous people describe me as "charming" and i'll never understand. i feel like a puddle of social ineptitude. keytin didn't dub me "join the group jillian" for nothing.)
not even ten minutes later he's responded. his message reads:
"What are you doing Monday night? Have a drink with me."
i haven't responded yet because i'm playing the "i don't want to look overeager" game (ugh, i hate games, don't know why i'm doing this...) but i wouldn't be so excited if it were just anyone. mr. charming is 24, majored in english in college, works as an editor at the sun-sentinel, is cute, obviously intelligent and charming, and, according to natalia, is also very generous and a lot of fun. in other words, the perfect summer fling. all i want right now is someone to have fun with, to go out to dinner and to clubs with, to drink with, to have fun with, and to sleep with. i'm ridiculously optimistic.
in other news, crush last night was fantastic amounts of fun, except for the fact that this one guy would not stop being all over me and hitting on me. he also managed, while i was dancing, to lean over my shoulder with his camera and take photos of my tits. stupid semi-drunk me thought that it was a strobe light flashing in my eyes and not...well, a camera flash.
i also wore the expensive dress of sin, as displayed here. might have had something to do with it.
if you didn't already realize, i was a flamingo in a previous life.
anyway, happy yay fun times. i think i'm going to continue smiling.
in my last journal post i mentioned that natalia told me to message one of her friends on myspace in an attempt to hook us up with one another. after i was finally able to access myspace, and after far too much deliberation, i sent him a really awful introductory message complete with an apology for being horrible at internet introductions and a request for him to send back a list with five things he thinks that people should know about him upon meeting him. apparently he was charmed, wrote back with a cute list and the statement, "well, if i had to rank introductions i'd put this one at the top of my list."
i dubbed him mr. charming after that and then spent basically the whole afternoon trying to compose my list and my next move. i suggested that i either continue the "list schtick," or he could have a few drinks and tell me more about himself (e.g., where he grew up, sartre vs. camus, whether or not he dislikes adam sandler movies as much as i tend to), or i could talk to natalia and see if we could get together, with the assurance that i'm more charming in person. (i've had numerous people describe me as "charming" and i'll never understand. i feel like a puddle of social ineptitude. keytin didn't dub me "join the group jillian" for nothing.)
not even ten minutes later he's responded. his message reads:
"What are you doing Monday night? Have a drink with me."
i haven't responded yet because i'm playing the "i don't want to look overeager" game (ugh, i hate games, don't know why i'm doing this...) but i wouldn't be so excited if it were just anyone. mr. charming is 24, majored in english in college, works as an editor at the sun-sentinel, is cute, obviously intelligent and charming, and, according to natalia, is also very generous and a lot of fun. in other words, the perfect summer fling. all i want right now is someone to have fun with, to go out to dinner and to clubs with, to drink with, to have fun with, and to sleep with. i'm ridiculously optimistic.
in other news, crush last night was fantastic amounts of fun, except for the fact that this one guy would not stop being all over me and hitting on me. he also managed, while i was dancing, to lean over my shoulder with his camera and take photos of my tits. stupid semi-drunk me thought that it was a strobe light flashing in my eyes and not...well, a camera flash.
i also wore the expensive dress of sin, as displayed here. might have had something to do with it.
if you didn't already realize, i was a flamingo in a previous life.
anyway, happy yay fun times. i think i'm going to continue smiling.
i totally met my girl of one year online, far more dorkily than your story. it can be awesome and regardless is always best to hang sooner than later. anyway.