I was soooo nervous and uber tensed before the date that I had to call my friend who set us up so I could calm down.
My date and I have been texting since last week and he seemed like a really funny guy. At around 645pm last night, he texted me:
Date: Hey bunny! I'm on my way, I'll be there by 7. I hope you're not too dressed kasi mahihiya jeans ko sayo. I can be your bodyguard na lang.
Me: Hay naku, I'm wearing my prom dress. Kidding. I'm also in my jeans so we can just both look for someone who needs bodyguards.
Date: Prom dress??? Medyo underdressed ha. hahaha!
Me: I hope you didn't forget to bring my corsage.
Date: I didn't. In fact, I'm worried it might be too big for you.
Me: Hahaha! Kulet. See ya in a bit!
This has got to be the longest date ever: 7 hours. Believe it. We're both really talkative so we talked and talked and talked the whole night. But most of the date was spent talking about food which we both have such a passion for.
He looks like Raymart Santiago only he's taller, with fairer skin and he's more buff (which is good because I don't look fat beside him. hahahaha!). And he used to climb!!! How utterly cool is that?
I don't know if there'll be a second date coming up. He did text me after he brought me home and said that he really had a wonderful time and he hopes we can do it again. I don't want to put my hopes up, you know how some guys are. If he doesn't ask me out again, that's fine. I can always charge it to experience. But I really had a blast!
And did I mention that he's a 29-year-old plastic surgeon? Interesing eh?
Bunny @ Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for