Logger is always a gentleman and picked me up for our movie date. We saw Horrible Bosses. My assessment? Eh. Too many butt jokes and men trying to talk louder than their costars in order to steal the scene, but entertaining-ish. And can someone please tell me where this fountain of youth is, from which Jen Aniston is obviously drinking? Jeesh, the body on that woman.
Anywho, watched movie, drove me home, weird peck (on the lips) to say goodbye, and then I get out of the car and my southern gent didn't wait to see if I got in OK. Just drove off.
Here's the deal: I don't care if you're a woman, man, or child, one should always wait to make sure that their friend gets into the house safely at night. It's common courtesy. I don't want to get all feminist on anyone, but I must say that I feel this is a bit more of an issue for women, as we lack the upper body strength. AND, it was a change in behavior as he's always made sure I got in OK in the past. So there's that.
What's a girl to do? Well, I'll tell you what I did. I walked by myself, in the dark, to a local pub down the street to meet my friends. Because if I can escape nighttime walkers in front of my house with my roommates home, surely I'm on a roll.
Tonight is Date #9 with Tall. We're going to a concert. I'm betting on a good time, but I'm pretty sure he's not my husband either. This trip abroad could not come at a more perfect time because I think it's time to CONTROL+ALT+DELETE this social experiment. I have some ideas how to switch it up so it's about to get INSANE. Well, in September.