Yesterday was St. Patrick's Day. Nick still wanted to go out at night when he got off of work. We went to Club Charles. I am not getting my hopes up and I am not getting my heart set on anything, but I am terribly smitten. Never before have I gone on a first date that has lasted literally into the following day, then, following a brief several hour hiatus, resume for another date lasting even longer into the next day. That was Sunday, and last night we went out to Club Charles, then ran in Frazier's as they were closing, to buy Natty Boh's and make out in the ladies' toilets. I picked him up, so then we went back to his house. Didn't see his dad, but my God, they have a palatial estate. Very fucking posh, a beautiful house. We watched some Mystery Science Theatre's and then basically made out for like three hours again. I did assert that nothing else was happening just yet, to which I was pleasantly surprised for him to say it was actually really nice to not jump into that so quickly, because it's usually after one date. I'm not easy, but I will say that I definately will not be making any of the old mistakes again, and honestly, I am so fucking attracted to him, it's ridiculous. So he asked what now, do we say we are dating, are we boyfriend and girlfriend? I said it was up to him. He then said there was no one else he'd want to date right now, so that is that. I said there certainly wasn't anybody else I wanted to date either, which is very true. So tonight is Two For Tuesdays, and despite my not having slept at all last night, I am looking forward to it. I literally came home at 6:30 this morning to change my clothes and come straight into work after being out last night. I plan on sleeping for a few hours once I get home from work today. I am incredibly tired, although it was worse earlier. He keeps saying that I am gorgeous and the hottest girl in the city, but I'm afraid my looks are starting to go, showing my age, and my skin is uneven and by my standards (which is nothing like anyone else's) breaking out. I need to drink more water. That's why now, along with my great big coffee from Einstein's (which is delicious, by the way. Forgot how good their coffee is.), I am drinking a big cup of water. I worry that the smoking is aging me, too, but I am so glad that he smokes, and drinks. I want to friend him on MySpace, but I don't want to seem too clingy or something. But...

I want to friend the shit out of him.

Carm was talking to Allen this morning when I got home, so hopefully the embargo is over and they will be Ok.