{"id":1392,"date":"2005-07-11T17:10:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-11T17:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/delascabezas.com\/blog\/index.php\/2019\/02\/20\/date-2-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-about-not-having-a-toothbrush\/"},"modified":"2019-02-20T21:56:53","modified_gmt":"2019-02-20T21:56:53","slug":"date-2-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-about-not-having-a-toothbrush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/delascabezas.com\/blog\/index.php\/2005\/07\/11\/date-2-or-how-i-learned-to-stop-worrying-about-not-having-a-toothbrush\/","title":{"rendered":"date 2, or, how i learned to stop worrying about not having a toothbrush"},"content":{"rendered":"

this weekend was my second date with lisa. for the first time since college, i brushed my teeth with a glob of toothpaste on the end of a finger. you would think with all the useless crap in my bag, that a toothbrush would be one of them, but no.<\/p>\n

saturday night was an art show in jersey city, not far from . i bought some art (which is gonna look fantastic over my desk, despite the protests i will doubtless get from my roomate justine), and had a fantastic time. we ended up at a bar in jersey city. i forgot what it was like to smoke in a bar! despite the fact that i didn’t, it was a liberating experience. lisa and i had a really good time, and we were hanging with a very interesting crew of people. i made some really good connections to have (two lawyers, and a housing official) and managed to skirt being drunk all night. this was due mostly to the fact that we went to a liquor store with the intention of bringing the party back to someone’s apt, but ended up going to that bar instead. the evening ended at around the clock<\/a>, or so i thought. i got invited back to brooklyn.<\/p>\n

now, i’ve done brooklyn in many shapes and forms. i’ve never been to greenpoint<\/a> before. you have to take a bus to the subway. i felt like i was back in hs visiting in the ass end of queens. i’m no city snob – the area had some real charm to it – heavy polish and russian influences, and some really pretty houses. i managed to solve a 3-year mystery surrounding tattoo parlors and flags, but i am getting ahead of myself.<\/p>\n

i went home with lisa. we didn’t get back to her place until 6ish. we didn’t start moving until midafternoon. we talked incessantly. supplies were procured, and dinner was had. i intended on disembarking the borough around 10ish (after family guy, which we both laughed at incessantly), but was convinced to have another brief conversation, which ended way late.<\/p>\n

i spent the night last night too. i was late as hell getting in to work (actually, only an hour 20).<\/p>\n

all last night, while i lay there awake, and unsure of how to get home, enjoying the company of another person, all i could think of was the scolding voice of . truly, i was the date that wouldn’t leave.<\/p>\n

however, it was not a bad thing. she even wants to see me again!<\/p>\n

holy hell i am digging getting to know her. she and i have lots in common, but enough disparate that we don’t bore one another. she is very intelligent, enough so to have caught me off guard a couple times. she has good taste in books and music. did i mention (as said so gracefully) that she is hot? no?<\/p>\n

she is.<\/p>\n

all this, and she seems to be interested in me. fuck seems, she has said she was. on the level. in more of a fling kinda way. i’m still waiting to wake up. I was pinched, to prove the veracity of the reality I was experiencing. my doubtful philosophical nature continues to doubt this as a strong test.<\/p>\n

she did buy me a toothbrush though, for the next time I stay at her place. <\/p>\n

man, i hope this shit is for real on both sides of the street. from this side, it is pretty fuckin sweet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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