In about five minutes I'm going to have to leave the room and hide, because my roomie has a date. He's not the dating type and hasn't ever been in a serious relationship, so the rest of us are rooting for him. He cooked salmon. I've had his salmon, and if she likes it as much as I do, she'll be staying the night. If you know what I mean. Not that I stay the night because I like his chef-cookery skills. Am I digging myself a hole?

Whoops: she's walking in the door right now. I remember why I had a crush on her at one recent point in my life.



I love you like a dirty old man loves playgrounds.



with my ear to the door.

-matt.