Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word

But alas, I think we prooved that we could say it tonight.

My sweet, handsome, blue-eyed M.W. reminded me very subtly, that we should not post blogs, nor respond to them when we're 1) tired, 2) cranky, 3) too hot, 4) in a disagreement. He apologized to me on counts 1, 2, and 3, and I apologized to him on accounts 2 and 4.

Be that as it may.... we decided to meet halfway from Here to There, had the most wonderful dinner, shopped at the Container Store, walked around the mall to watch the cute people and get some dessert, and then made out like high-schoolers in the parking lot. Well... wait a second... i was in high school once, and I think this parking-lot makeout session was not quite as window-fogging as some of the ones from way back when. By the same token, both of us have fewer hormones, more regard for the other's feelings, and a little more modesty than 15 - 25 years ago.

It turned out to be a dreamy evening and I'm kinda feeling bad about where things were before.

You know what's gross? In my new apartment, I can hear the girl upstairs, when she flushes her toilet. It's just the thought that raw sewage is moving down in pipes inside my walls...eeew.

So goodnight.... sleep tight... and don't let me bite you :)

WAMHAS, M.W.