Maybe I'm Just Loud.

The Recap:

As it stands, I have no idea how my date went last night. "How is this possible?" you may ask. "Weren't you there? Aren't you the only person who would know how your date went? Well, other than the Journalist Guy?"

Of course. Journalist Guy, though completely sweet and gentlemanly and nice, appears to be quite shy. "I just don't talk much," he admitted at one point. Generally, I'm uneasy around shy, reserved types because I've a very outgoing person. (Re: other words tossed around have been "loud" and "obnoxious" and even "aggressive") It's not that I have any kind of problem with quieter types, it's just that I tend to attract people with the same level of energy, so sitting across from a perfectly lovely person who merely smiles at my bad puns and ridiculous stories and probing questions (ha ha, I said "probe") makes me nervous, and I say dumb things when I'm nervous.

In short, if he calls, will I go out with him again? Of course. Will I totally understand if he doesn't ever call again and thinks of me as the girl who spent 5 minutes talking to the waiter about fried cheese and tequila? Yep. Like so many things, it's a coin toss.

In other news:
- oh my god. Did I wake up in some parallel universe where time moves ultra slow today? WHY IS TODAY GOING BY SO SLOWLY?!
- The Bestie will be joining me next Wednesday evening and I couldn't be more excited. I haven't seen her since Christmas.
- Today is free coffee day at Starbucks, so I have had way more caffeine than normal, or safe. I think my legs are vibrating.
- MEH and I have been discussing, at length, the impending geologically-induced apocalypse. Earthquakes, volcanoes... WTF, Earth?! Take some pepto and chill.