June 04, 2003 - 10:46 p.m.

Last night after a bottle of Fat Bastard wine I decided it would be a good idea to invite Ken over. He brought a movie over (Two Weeks Notice) and stayed until 3am. I fell asleep in his arms and he put me to bed, rinsed my wine glasses, turned out the lights, and locked my door before he left. I even vaguely recall him kissing me on the forehead. Men that I date don't do that. They put me into bed and proceed to grope me. Ken did not. Perfect gentleman. And to be honest, I was so drunk I would've fucked a chair if it had shown any interest. Fortunately, the chair did not succumb to my charms, and Ken's advances did not pass the state traditionally known as first base. Extremely unhappy to report he is a very poor kisser, and will require un-ego clobbering lessons to bring him up to my standards.

Around 4:30 this afternoon Ken stopped by work to say hello and present me with an enormous bouquet of pink roses. In two days he has filled my house with roses. He made quite the impression on my colleagues, as well, who had assorted comments:"I never get roses", "He's a keeper", "What a nice guy", and from my former roommate and still present colleague, a very rude and loud (quite within earshot of Ken) "HE MUST BE GAY". I should've knocked her remaining rotted teeth right out of her fucking head. I instead chose to sweetly inquire as to the last time her previous husband/current boyfriend (all in the same) had a kind word for her, much less a pleasant visit at work and flowers.

This evening after work JLK called and yelled at me for an hour. She believes, and is potentially correct, that I will end up just using this poor man and will always be in love with another (WPOS). After a panic attack and a chat with friend W I have calmed down and am now quite willing to just let things happen. W thinks I am afraid to fall in love again, which may also be correct. I think I shall stop worrying and enjoy life.

And upon JLK's suggestion I have Nair-ed the unmentionables right up to the caution line. She is convinced I will be having sex this weekend. I am not sure how I feel about that yet.

I can't say it enough. Ken is just so nice. So nice. OMG. And he talks about stuff. It's great.

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