[polish the shoulder] psh

Yep, I still got it. That's right, folks -- I am eye-catching and quite charming. As evidenced by the boy who (though only visiting our ward on Easter Sunday) complimented me on my musical number, flirted with me for a few minutes, asked for my number, and then called for a date. We made cookies tonight and he loved every minute of my sass. Yes, I was sassy and teasingly insulting, but he stayed in the game and wants to see me again. I think he's the safe version of the bad boy I want to be my type but just isn't because I'm too smart for that. I think this could be a good compromise.

Then there's the second date (with a different boy) I'm going on tomorrow. You know you live in Hipster Provo when you get invited to Cheesecake Night -- a small, organized event where elite guests sample exotic cheesecakes for precisely one hour each month. And this one's more my style -- the one I know I will like after the other one gets old or I realize that's not really my type after all because he's what I want in the long-run.

I'm not sure where I landed when I deplaned the Un-date-able Intimidation Express, but I'm sure glad I got off that Untouchables Wagon. And I think I'm gonna like it here because, honey, when it rains, it pours.

Oh..and..uh..no big..but..I won the office March Madness Challenge and got a whole pound of sour watermelon gummies. How sweet victory tastes :)