2004-09-20 - 8:22 a.m.

i had an incredibly romantic date on this last tuesday. i wasn't expecting much, didn't even go home to change after working all day and hocking handmade crayons to retirees at the YWCA. i sat at the appointed bar with a white wine and a village voice and prepared to be underwhelmed. its possible that my low expectations were a boon, because when he bellied up to the bar next to me, i instantly began thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.

after all the youngsters and antiaesthetes i've toyed with recently, j seemed remarkably mature and well-read. i'm a sucker for anyone with good taste in music and a pleasant speaking voice. eventually we held hands and strolled down to the river's edge and made out like teenagers. holy mackerel is he a good kisser. since we both had early workdays, we parted ways by midnight. i freaked out mildly when i shut the car door on him and realised how intensely i liked him.

the downside is that sometimes when i really really like someone, i'm a bit of a bitch. it's so immature, and i'm working on it, but it's sadly true. so i wonder in retrospect how charming i actually was. he and i have exchanged a few noncommital emails but otherwise he hasn't called me since tuesday. so i'm preparing to lower my expectations once again: if that was just a single sparkling night of flirting and kissing, so be it.

in other news, i'm resurrecting an old art project that may interest some of you. it's a digital poetry group that takes place via email, textmobbing, rss, and a blog. more information on the devadasi blog. send a short poem to the list!