the fresh&new feeling of spotting it across the room (or in the want-ad), the anything's-possible magic of the first date, the hopes up: the things you've been missing.

The second date was one of those in which you're so sure everything went smoothly and wonderfully and that you're a shoe-in for courtship. But then, you get home and start thinking about the things you shouldn't have said, or the things you should have. You want to call them up, explain yourself better. But that'll make you out to be some sort of psycho-creep-stalker... a mixtape is simply out of the question.

They said they'd call. you've been waiting by the phone, fighting the urge to call them up and say "look, if you don't want to see me again, just tell me." but again, too soon. So you give it an extra night. Third day's a charm, right? This neurotic cognitive process is definitely something you haven't been missing.

so, I'm going to call them. In minutes, actually. I've never not-gotten a job i've applied for. This would be a horrible place to start a round of table-turning. My heart's set on Minneapolis. And friend Mary informed me at the bar on st. patty's night that her husband and her pay less than five-hundred for their MORTGAGE. um, let me repeat that... MORTGAGE. in uptown, near the wedge, with no down payment.