June 02, 2003 - 11:06 p.m.

I have just returned from a date. Fortunately, not with the skinny guy who turned out to be a complete pervert. I had a very good time. His name is Ken, and he is 26. He meets most of my dating material requirements (ie: has teeth, car, full time employment) and as a bonus even has life expectations of his own. And the best part..gorgeous blue eyes and a mouth like....Joaquin Pheonix (except Ken doesn't have the scar).

And he is just so nice. He brought me roses and took me to see Finding Nemo. He held my hand through the whole thing and I didn't get even nauseous at the fact someone was touching me! At least he didn't pull the old yawn-stretch-arm-around-the-shoulders dealie. That would've made me barf. That is a good sign. Ken did not once converse with my breasts. I am so happy, he is coming over on Friday.

In other news, my fucking car has a flat tire that will have to be replaced tomorrow afternoon. Which means I'll miss out on work. Well, I wouldn't call it "missing", but I really could use the money. I need the car to get to work, and need to work to pay for the car. Interesting situation.

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