Learning to ride a bike

Went out with The Boy today. Despite my misgivings, things went very well. I'd been a bit nervous at the start due to the fact that he is a theatre major, but it turns out that he's quite the same way I am: very staunch about keeping the drama on the stage and out of life. It was quite refreshing. Had dinner at Sezchuan (General Tso for me, Sesame chicken for him), then went back to his for a movie. Both Tom Hanks and Ladykillers were forgotten, however, at the arrival of his cat, who proceeded to entertain us far more than the film. Ate cookies and milk, and watched Batman the Animated Series on DVD to prove that we were both secure enough in our individual dorkiness, and dorkiness as a couple. Went home at about 11:45.

Got home, changed into pajamas, then realized that I had tragically left that peach rose that he got me in a vase back at his place. Feeling a rush of spontaneity, I flew over there in my pajamas and a sweatshirt (and my dreaded glasses) to reclaim my flower. Unfortunately, I was met by his roommate, who informed me that The Boy had gone to the store to pick up things for tomorrow night (we're having dinner at his). We had a good laugh about it, I got my flower, and returned home.

I slept really well.

"We must all have waffles forthwith."