grendel

It usually takes something as subtle as a brick in the face in order for me to finally accept that, yes, a girl may be into me as much as I am into her. I'm going to try and break the "she must make the first move" trend on Sunday though. I'm going to kiss Katie.

I figure it's been three real dates and a couple of chance meetings now, so if I don't do something soon she's going to start thinking I'm weird.

*deep breath*

Is this ever really worth the trouble? Anyone?

Oh yeah, I joined the YMCA and have been playing raquetball (and getting beaten soundly) by 50 year old men. I love raquetball, but my back is currently covered in silver dollar sized bruises. I think that should be some BDSM trick. Make your sub stand in front of a tennis ball machine and have him/her take a couple hundred balls in the back at close range.

I'll never understand any of that. Plus it's 2:30 in the morning and I'm on the verge of an existential awakening. Please pardon the interruption.