A Few Good Things

Know what I had for dinner tonight?

Cake.

A biiiiiig SLAB of cake.
CHOCOLATE cake.
VEGAN chocolate cake.

Bought for me, might I add, by one Cute Brit. As a thank-you for the transportation.

(And also because he was getting cake for his girlfriend, about whom he talked for much of the ride home. :::sigh:::

But still.)

Fucking EXCELLENT cake. If I could eat that for every meal I'd be a vegan for sure.

And he actually took his hair out of the ponytail in my presence today, just for a minute, causing me a major covert :::::squeeeeee!:::: and the sudden need to occupy my attention elsewhere for a moment or two.

DAMN this guy is hot.
(I'm a complete sucker for long hair. It's a sickness, I think.)

Also? My suspicions have been confirmed--there's a total freakboy in there somewhere. I knew it.

Life is SO not fair, can I just say?

Freakboy-hotness, cake, and :::squeeee::: aside, though--it's kinda cool to have a guy to talk to who actually talks BACK. And with whom I can hold an intelligent conversation, in which -I- am the half who can't always keep up.

I'll settle for "friends".

(But only if I HAVE to.)