Want to know what had my mom LOLing for AGES last night at around 1:10 am my time (which was around 9:10am her time the day prior)?? This little juicy gossip for you. Woot! Woot! But FIRST let’s dish the scoop from the weekend.
Friday night I played with North Sydney. North Sydney who? Here he is in 141 characters or less:
He’s hot, funny, hypersensitive, self-absorbed, ambitious, has conflicted feelings 4 me & says we’re “friends with non-platonic inclinations”
So it was great fun to see him if you consider the fact that he “shares” with me all of the time how he’s let me into his life so much more than other people – and I “get” him and can “diffuse” him and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH – oh and he finds me attractive and enjoys kissing me (eew gross!) but we’re just FRIENDS. Which is fine with me – really truly – but I don’t think FRIENDS should kiss. SOOOooooo I think I’m going to have to put the X on the non-platonic inclinations. We can be besties/BFFs and that will be FUN – YAY! but no kissing.
Saturday night I played with North Sydney again. North Sydney who? JUST TEASING! Same as above. We went and saw Star Trek and I had to take a COAT into the theater with me because it gets THAT cold in there. EVERY TIME. Yeah I’m serious – I pack a coat every time I go to the movies. And NO you sly little devils out there – cuddling is NOT an option to keep warm because 1 – we’re JUST FRIENDS and 2 – the stupid theaters don’t have those adjustable arm rests.
Next up! Sunday. After dinner with N. Syd on Saturday and his suggesting that I should give #3 a chance – #3 who? oh boy – here we go again. #3 in 141 characters or less:
He’s hot, funny, super duper intelligent, way too motivated, incredibly energetic, older, spontaneous, and very intriguing – but a big drinker
YES N. Sydney DID suggest I should give #3 a chance – even though we (N. Syd and I) totally pashed the day prior. (pash = make out) Umm … right. ok so NO MORE NON-PLATONIC INCLINATIONS. Grrrrr. (that was JUST FOR YOU MOM! oxox)
ANYWHO after work on Sunday I caught up with My Flattie (she’s so cute! and her BF is my Agony Uncle – SO CUTE!) and Uncle Agony suggested I send a text to #3 – yada yada yada – I ended up catching up with #3 for dinner HOWEVER because I had HOMEWORK I only agreed to meet him because he said he’d like to help me with my essay.
YES I WAS SKEPTICAL TOO!!! Like WHAT? Seriously – he wants to help me with my homework?? Right – and I went and saw Witch Mountain only because it looked realistic – it wasn’t because THE ROCK who is oh so hunky and fine now that he’s lean and trim was in it – no no no. Uh huh – yeah right. So why did I agree? Because he made a convincing argument and happens to have firsthand knowledge in my area of study.
Dinner ended up not being dinner – apparently #3 had already eaten – WHAT?? But that’s ok because I got served piping hot chips (french fries) by the absolute most SMOKIN’ Canadian fire brigade dude. When we left Mr. May (fire brigade) made sure to give me a personal invitation to come in ANYTIME and #3 commented that he was surprised Mr. May didn’t find a way to slip me his number. (big sigh – he was so dreamy.)
Then #3 was like, “Come back to my place and we’ll actually WRITE your essay” and he was so super duper enthusiastic about it and I was like, “Umm it’s 9:30 pm – Yeah right x 100″ and he was like, “No for real” and I was like, “Not a chance under the moon” and he was like, “I swear.” and this is the Daisy abbreviated version of the conversation – I don’t think #3 has ever used the words “no for real” in his life. ANYWAY – I took his solemn oath that we’d write THREE PAGES of my essay if I went back to his house. STOP LAUGHING!!!
No seriously. STOP LAUGHING. And yes – this is why my mom laughed too. Why? Because I DID go back to his house and we DID work on my essay. YES. That’s right. We worked on my essay. And then I went home. Yep!! HE WAS SO MUCH HELP!!! He gave me a killer dramatic opening for the paper as well as a bangin’ closing line. AND if that doesn’t score him triple quadruple double brownie points – I don’t know what would.
I’d say if this were Super Mario he scored a 1up – and it makes Mr. May look like Mr. Maybe Can’t Compete with #3.