spring fever dream

i think...and i only say i think because sometimes it is terribly difficult to tell...i think i may have just been brazen. i think i may have kind of sort of made an appointment for some sort of quasi-date thing with a real, live, actual breathing boy who i met in the flesh before thinking i might like to go out with him. very curious, very curious indeed.

i'm loath to get too happy about this, because as we all know, when i get happy/excited about boys, things invariably end in weeping and contemplation of lesbianism. (because, dammit, while girls are just as complicated as boys, at least i've got the home court advantage. plus, girls are just so damn cute. but i digress)...but...i don't know. i'm thoroughly intrigued by this one. i'll reveal more as time wends its way along. at least, assuming my instincts haven't failed my horribly and the vague glimmer of interest i caught is just that, and not a)just how he is, or b) a figment of my imagination.

we shall see, we shall see.

but, am i right in assuming that when a girl calls you, and you take time out of a party that you're at to stop and ask her how her week's been, what she's up to...that's a good sign, right? particularly when you finish by telling her that: "you know, it's part of the social contract that when you meet up with someone to give them something (in this case, my cd), to...you know. have a beer. or something. it's a rule. it's polite."

back me up on this, people. i obviously know nothing about the world of dating, so someone please check me if i'm way off base here.

mmph.

bloody boys.

bloody spring bloody fever consuming my poor wanton brain.

on another note (no pun intended), i have a new song that is almost finished. and the chord pattern to a new song that's almost begun! huzzah!