No Cobblers!

My dear dear married friend, Goo$e, sent this to me. He's married (Soup Can was the best man) to the most wonderful gal. They give me hope that one day I'll meet someone not entirerly insane. (BTW, the image is from www.marriedtothesea.com)

Speaking of hope, I have a "date" with B on Friday. We've been emailing a little this week, all good, I think. So I hope it goes well. This may be the makeout date. Not sure yet. That B is a tricky one! I'll update on that event this weekend.


*update
So I email B this afternoon asking him what the plan for tomorrow is. Sorry but I'd like to know - a girl has other social events to attend! I get an email back asking when I get off work, he gets off work at 3:30. I send an email back explaining that I am free after 6:00. Then nothing from B.

Slightly annoying.

Around 8:00 pm tonight I send a text message (which makes me feel like a nag and I'm annoyed by this, but I want to see other friends that night too) asking if he has a time estimate. The following text message exchange just occured:

B: Hey! Maybe 8?

Beth: Hey, 8 is fine. How about Charlie's?

B: Charlie's Ale House?

Beth: Whatever Charlie's is on this street.

B: Don't give me whatever

(OKAY is he KIDDING? I mean, he should be but in the back of my mind....wtf?)

Beth: Listen, Sassy. The Charlies on the corner of this and this street.

So far, no response after an hour. Seriously dude, why do you spend hours making me cds and printing out cd covers that are really creative and fun - and you can't answer a one line text message? And the "maybe 8" is so reminscent (sp?) of the "maybe Friday" from Memorial Day weekend. Ohhh.....it's a holiday weekend thing with this dude. Some people act queer when there is a full moon. B does it around holiday weekends.

Stay away from that dude around Christmas! No saying what weird shit he might pull. Sheesh.