.Run run run away.

Oh man, runaway- yeah yeah yeahs.

Fuckin' check it out man. It's making my life.

So tragic, and sexual and beautiful. I keep listening to it on repeat.

In other news. Life

Ma bella vie.

I went on the BEST date of all dates tonight.

Was he cute?

Check.

Was he interesting?

Check.

Was he hilarious?

Check.

Did he have his shit together?

Check.

Did he make me utterly and completly happy tonight?

Check mate.

I love old school dates. Nothing, and I mean nothing beats Sushi, beer and a solid conversation.

Seriously.

"I didn't get you flowers, but I got you a blue gatorade, hope that's cool"

I gave up all hope that men could be interesting, and regardless of the fact that I might, in all actuallity, never see him again, he restored my faith in decent dudes.

I utterly dig decent dudes.

Utterly.

The only thing I regret is not kissing him.

I shook his hand instead.

Ahh.....I'm a dork.

Who shakes someone's hand?

"Can I ..you know, kiss you?"

"Uh...haha. here, shake my hand instead"

"Uh..sure"

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Oh. aaaahhahahahahahaha.

He was cute.

I also really enjoy having a good night in the company of a male, it's been so long. I'm pretty sure the last time I hung out with a guy I enjoyed he made my insides feel like they were coal. Black and good for grilling with.

Ma bella vie.

C'est bon, no?