A new year - we're restarting the dating numbering. The first contender for douchbag of the year is from OKC. We shall call him Yappy since he talks more than anyone I've ever me. Long, rambling stories that go off on wild tangents. In his defence, he is fairly interesting; his stories don't make my eyes glaze over.
On the negative, he doesn't really seem to want to listen to me talk about derby. That's a problem. But he's tall, dark and somewhat handsome. Not fat, not thin.
Texted him afterwards and got nothing, so I figure he wasn't interested, but he sent me his email address last night so I guess he is. I suggested a ball gag next time so I'd have a fighting chance at contributing to the conversation.
No money, though. Not that I have any issue about paying my own way but going out with someone with no money could could get old really fast. Say what you like about douchebag, but he was well paid in his self-employment, and very generous.
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In related news, I think I find out what derby team I'm on tonight! I can't believe I may actually be on a team...
White Russians? These should be for entertainment purposes, not heavy drinking. I wasn't even drunk last night and I feel wretched today. Stupid Kahlua. Or maybe it was all the crap-ass food.
My SILs mom died. Thank goodness, I was afraid she might linger for ages. So sad, even more sad that my brother didn't tell me like he was supposed to. Idiot.
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