OUT OF THE GATE AND RUNNING

iPod set to Hot Chocolate's, You Sexy Thing

Out of the gate and running.  This morning I received an email from my QB, I mean BF, inviting me to a lovely dinner downtown followed by an indie movie.  The invite came with a time and place for dinner as well.  Ah, a man with a plan.  Now ladies, honestly, is there anything better than that?  Don’t get me wrong, the post college frat boy mentality of meeting on a corner and walking around aimlessly in twenty degree weather only to end up at the dive across from the corner where you originally met was totally thrilling.  But there are only so many “dinners” of bar peanuts and Chex-mix a girl can take.  So eventually the evolution of Divadom takes over and we progress to the fabulous city women that Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda have taught us to be.  And thus, the “hey, babe, you look hot, sorry I’m like ah, two hours late…” turns into “See you at eight.”