Friday nite I went to see my absolute fav comedian. Who do I see there? The ex, but thankfully he did not see me. I think the voodoo doll is working...he has gained weight! :). That aside, I laughed myself silly with some close friends that night at the show. I love a man who can make me laugh till I cry.

Some gal pals and I went out for Chinese yesterday and some shopping. We had a blast. I crack them up...they always want to know the scoop on the men in my dating rotation. They laugh at my tales. In fact, they usually greet me on the phone with "which guy are you out with right now?". Glad I can be the comic relief for them right now.

Bible boy rescheduled our date today for Tuesday nite...I think he may have had a hangover from his birthday celebration. Who knows? I really did not get an explanation. Then tonight, I get an email from him asking me if I want to see this Christian movie. Ugh, hello, I don't think so...and what would make him think I would want to see this? I think I was pretty clear on this subject. Maybe he wants to drop this whole date thing? me thinks this is the case.

Khalid was ready to fill the vacancy in my schedule. Khalid is originally from Egypt. He saw my picture on the personals site and "had to meet the pretty girl". So I agreed to meet for coffee. Nice looking man, also separated. He is a tit-man too. He tried hard not to spend the evening talking to the "girls", but it was a strain. I even kept the girls as underwraps as I possibly could, but they still garnered more attention than I did. Khalid did say I looked more beautiful in person than my picture. Nice compliment, but it is not enough. He has two strikes against him: 1) he smokes 2) he mumbles. I just don't have the patience to read lips or try to speak to a mumbler on the phone. So he is more interested in me than I am in him. And, he asked me the question none of the others have bothered to: "Are you dating other men right now?" I said "absolutely! I am just doing the casual dating scene right now and am in no rush to get involved in a serious relationship at the moment". He did not like my answer, but he will have to get over it. I don't know if I will see him again unless I am bored and at a loose end.

I brought Mz. SassyKat home and she has been hiding all day. My furry daughter is traumatized by the move. I am hoping she will forgive me soon for parting her from her sister. It took my stepson and I an hour to get her out from under his bed and into her pet taxi. She cried pitifully all the way home. Then she immediately went into hiding as a protest to the changes in her life.

Some friends and I are going to go out of town next weekend to Charlotte, NC for some dancing and mischief. I will possibly be hooking up with Italian Stud #2. He has been incommunicado so I may be crossing him off the list too. See, I told ya, it is feast or famine!

Thats the wrap for my weekend. I hope yours was equally exciting.

Labels: Bible Boy, dating, friends, SassyKat

Right now is a very exciting time for me and it has nothing to do with men! I have had this awesome idea for a business for 10 years, but it was really just a germ of an idea until about 6 months ago when it became a very insistent thought. I just wanted to find a partner because it is a large undertaking and I wanted someone to help with the burdens & joys. Last week something really incredible happened! At school, we have study teams and we had a fellow student join our team for the current class only. So we are sitting at the coffee shop where we meet as a team to work on our projects and she said something. I frankly cannot remember what she said, but I got home and the lightbulb went off in my head and I said "She is the ONE". So I approached her the next night and asked her if she would be interested in being my business partner. This girl is as enthusiastic as I am about the whole idea. We are now an LLC and we should have everything in place by January 1. I cannot believe I am finally seeing the realization of this dream. It is fantabulous!

2. Moroccan lamp for the bordello glow

3. The curves got it going on

4. Hollywood Glamour/Silk Sheets

5. Favorite new artist find: Lou de Vignac

There you go! Some really cool purchases that are jazzing my new apartment up. Toodles! Have a great weekend everyone! I know I am going to. :)

Labels: dating, sex, shopping, work

So, tonight was the big night with Chris the cute book boy....and it will be the last too. I was sitting across the table from him and he kept talking about how this girl was cute, that one had a great ass...I got the message loud and clear. Yes, we did kiss, yes it was intense, but...but I lost interest. Just like that. He kept going on how I wanted a long-term thing. I am not in the market for one of those. I just got out of one. I want to be with a man who focuses on me rather than every girl in the place. The passion just went zip....David, I think you were right!Bye cute book boy!

So cute book boy & I parted with the agreement to do coffee one Saturday morning. I don't see it happening and I think my trips to the out-of-the-way bookstore are over. thank goodness...I need my chai latte when I shop for books. I am ready to put this book on the shelf where it belongs. And, and tonight I became the kind of woman I despise--I broke the best friend code and cancelled plans with Ryan to meet book boy for dinner instead of coffee. Sorry Sorry Sorry, Ryan--will not happen again. I just don't like that being done to me and I promise I won't do it to you again. I will make it up to you--brunch at Panera's on Saturday sound good? We can relive Brian Regan's show while we munch on souffles and drink chai.

I heard from Max (the Italian Stud #1) and we rescheduled our date for next week. Tonight when I got home I started chatting with another Chris (aka Italian Stud #2). He is a hottie from the dating site. He is calling me tomorrow (I think) and we are going to set up something...probably go dancing. I also got a phone call from a voice from the past. I was very very surprised. I can't go into any more details than that, but he is another hottie (henceforth he will be Italian Stud #3) that I have panted over for several years now. What are you up to Italian Stud #3--this is a drastic change in your mo. Are you trying to seduce me? Have I mentioned I really dig Italian men? I mean they curl my toes and make me tingle all over with those accents and dark good looks.

Philip, Mr. DC, is interesting, but he is not a good IM'er. We shall see if we chat again...he was kind of weasily about answering some basic questions--probably married or seeing someone or he just has a really sucky dial up connection like he claimed. Kelley, my slightly religious date for the weekend is soooo sweet. He sent me an email and told me he likes my sparkling conversation & beautiful smile and cannot wait to spend Sunday with me. He definitely is aiming to please me...just as long as that does not involve reading scripture together. Now I have to decide whether to thrill him a bit with some mega cleavage or if I should go more subtle with a turtleneck? Ah, the decisions of a dating SassyAssy. Dating is exhausting work with all these guys to keep up with. I am not complaining, but I am very tired.

Labels: Book Boy, dating, friends, Italian, Max, sex

My weekend has been chock full of frustration: sexual and blogger. What the hell is going on with blogger? This is the first time I could get on all weekend and it has taken 20 minutes!

I met Kelley, my new internet beau, on Saturday for coffee. He was very nice looking, dressed very stylish. He is obviously a tit-man because for the first ten minutes he could not pry is eyes off the girls. When I could finally get him to refocus on my face, we had a very nice, friendly conversation. I agreed to a date for next weekend and then bam! He went off on this conversation about this religious (Hallejuah) diet he will be going on when he turns 39 next Saturday--not just the diet, but he got preachy too. Well, I went from being in no hurry to leave, to looking at my watch ready to bolt. I am not a religious person at this point in my life and the last thing I want is a religious man in my life. I fled the scene as kindly as I could. I headed for the grocery store and realized that Chris had called while I was with Kelley. I called him back and we talked for over an hour. Thank goodness he is as non-religious as I am. Back to Kelley, though. I got home and sent him an email thanking him for the nice time at the coffee shop. I then told him I was not compatible with him on a religious level and that if it bothered him I would understand if he cancelled the date. He emailed back and thanked me for my honesty and said it did not matter to him. Date next Sunday is still on. Maybe I will indulge in a little garlic--will that work on overly-religious people too?

So, the condoms continue to collect dust. Chris did not come over and it was for admirable reasons. He told me he did not trust himself to be alone with me right now for the girlfriend's sake. However, he did ask if we could be friends and give it some time. We are going out for coffee on Wednesday night. I stopped in to see him this evening as he was closing the bookstore. He had to drive me to my car because the entrance I came in was locked when we left. So we really really really tried to behave but we are having a hard time keeping our hands and lips to ourselves. I just love a man who knows his Kama Sutra. We peeled ourselves off of each other and parted company, but it was damn hard. We contemplated going back to his place which was two minutes away, but we decided it was not the wise thing to do. Sexual tension sure makes for some pretty intense foreplay. The more I talk with him, the more I want him. He is the only man I have ever met who watches totally sucky movies because the cinematography is great. Not to mention that his kisses are fab and he smells heavenly (amber & sandalwood). In fact, I still smell him on my clothes...still feel his lips on mine, feel his lips on my neck...I have it bad, don't I????

In the meantime, I am waiting to hear back from Max the Italian stud...he asked me out and then never got back to me on specifics. He went up to NYC this weekend and I had a few "Unknown" callers, but no phone messages from him. Have I been ditched????

Additionally, Philip a new guy from the personals site has expressed a very strong interest in getting to know me. He is cute, but lives in DC. We shall see where our chats get us.

It looks like another feast week in the Sassy Dating World. Which could just as easily become a starvation fest...Wednesday is just too far away.

Labels: Bible Boy, Book Boy, dating, Max

I sashayed into my favorite bookstore tonight to visit book boy Chris. He was in and his eyes lit up. He started the conversation by telling me he had not called yet because he felt guilty. I said, look it is just coffee, nothing more. I enjoy talking to you.

He said, yes, but it will be more than coffee and I want to see you...the girlfriend. I am happy to see you, can I have a hug.

Of course, the hug turned into a kiss, another kiss, another kiss and a few more hugs. Okay and he really really turned me on when he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I get chills just writing about it. Have I mentioned I think he is really hot? Sooooooo...I sat with him at the bookstore until closing time. We really did spend most of the time talking about books, movies, music. We both like Bollywood films so I invited him over Saturday to watch some movies.

I get home and I get a call from the kissing book boy. He got home and his girlfriend called him and he was feeling guilty over the kisses, over the flirting, over his attraction to me. So, he says, "It really is just to watch a few movies, right?" Of course, it is (really). I think he heard, "Come over Saturday night and we will have sex" instead of "Come over Saturday night and we will watch movies". I tell him, "look come over, don't come over--it is up to you. just let me know what you are going to do. I understand where you are coming from and I am not out to complicate your life."

He said, "I absolutely will be coming over. It is just that I am so attracted to you and you are so hot and I want to be with you and my girlfriend is so sweet and I feel like an asshole. I am being an asshole to you and to her and it is not right."

Care to place bets on whether he shows up? I am just not sure.

We shall see. He seems to have a good heart & a conscience (such a rare thing these days). I know what I want to happen and my friend Ryan encouraged me to stock up on the condoms, because she thinks he still is thinking movies=sex. Maybe the Elexa extra-stimulating condoms will actually get used and then again, they could just remain an unopened, dusty box in my bedside table.

I accepted a blind date with Kelley. He is on the dating site that has the awful chat boxes. He thankfully has just emailed me. We are headed to the local arthouse movie theater & coffee shop afterward. He says he likes to dance, he is 37. No idea what he looks like...no picture is posted of him. I guess this is like potluck, you don't know what you are getting until it is too late to back out.

Labels: Book Boy, dating

The dating pool is kind of scary...at least from an online perspective...some really, um, "interesting" guys emailed me and then there is this auto chat thingy on the one site. I did not realize it until this box pops up and this guy says, "U R Sexy and I really want to kiss you". No, hello, no introduction, he just jumped right to the heart of the issue. Unfortunately, for him, the feeling was not reciprocal. A few minutes ago I had a much older gentleman try to arrange a date with me on this same tricky chat box (he was dull, old, and chubby). I wonder if I can turn the chat feature off? I then got an email offering me five free days on one of the better known paid date sites. I might check that out tomorrow night. I might just scrap this whole idea because men seem to be crawling out of the wood work attracted to my mystical or is that mythical adorableness? Who came up with that word anyway? What does it mean in man-speak--you have a great ass? You look like a cheap date? You are screaming sex baby?

I headed out to dinner tonight with my wannabee roomie. His last day at the firm is tomorrow so I got a little group together to take him out to dinner. The little group shrunk and it was just the two of us. He is a charming and very flirty older man. He insisted on buying the drinks and dinner and we had several hours of intriguing conversation. He ended the evening with a hug and this comment: "I am regretting something right now...I regret that I am married, I regret that I am leaving this area because you are special. You are adorable (did someone have a sale on that word this week?) and sweet and beautiful. I really want to have a relationship with you. He then kissed me and told me he loved me. I was speechless...I mean it is not like we have had anything more than watercooler chat at work and the occasional flirty comment. I declined the offer of the relationship, but I did not decline his offer to drive his fast, sporty convertible. I know he did not mean the love comment except in the sense that he would love to take me to bed, but it sure came as a surprise that he was that attracted to me. So I guess it is a good thing I did not take him in as a roomie...apparently he had eyes on my bed rather than the blow up mattress on the floor.

Max has asked for a second date. He is taking me to the movies this week, so we shall see how that goes. I am also getting together with the gay ex-boyfriend this weekend. I hope to have an interesting blog from that evening. At least, I think he is gay. He did sound very excited about going out with me, must be that adorableness that I am radiating lately. And Chris the book boy...I plan to see him on Friday nite. I just might ask him over for coffee. I might just take that chance. A good booty call is getting to be a necessity.

Labels: Book Boy, dating, Max, sex

I had lunch with Max today. Before I went, my friend Shari made me write all of his details down in case I went missing :) . I got to the Indian restaurant early and I just knew I was going to be stood up. (Ever the optimist when it comes to dating)! Sure enough, I realize my phone is ringing and it is Max. I call him back and lo & behold! he was outside the restaurant looking for me. All 6'4" of him. Very tall guy and I am a very short girl...it was a bit comical. We had a delightful lunch and he is every bit as charming in person as on the phone. He is also attractive and attentive. No sparks for me though. He, on the other hand, felt spark. I agreed to see him again. I mean, I enjoyed his company and a free dinner every once in a while is a nice perk. I just worry a bit because he made it perfectly clear that he is looking for long-term. Unfortunately for him, I am just interested in the here & now.

Things I liked about Max:
1. He can make me laugh
2. He brings interesting conversation to the table
3. He loves NYC
4. He does not smoke
5. He has done a lot of traveling

His dating report card would be:
A+ Paying attention to date
A++ Buying lunch for date
A+ Interesting, intelligent conversation
B+ Attractiveness
C+ Generating that je ne c'est quoi

He definitely gets a passing grade overall and frankly, it was probably one of the more successful dates I have ever had. This experience was a good one for getting my feet wet in the dating pool after 8 years.


Book boy Chris is still in the lead though. I hope he calls because there is just something about him.

His report card currently is:
A++++Sex appeal
A Attractiveness
A++Freely gives compliments
A+ Interesting, intelligent conversation
C- He has a girlfriend
F He has not called

I know statistically Max has Chris beat, but just go with me on this.

Labels: Book Boy, dating, Italian, Max

I cruise Craigslist from time to time to see if anyone interesting is out there in the potential dating pool. Tonight I struck gold. The entry was well-written & spelled correctly and I just had to respond. I sent an email which led to chatting which led to an hour-long phone conversation. Max is Italian (god love them!) and incredibly charming, funny, interesting, and he has the most delicious accent. We are meeting for lunch tomorrow. Can you say, girl cannot stop smiling? Is this the weekend for me or what (see entry below for the rest of the weekend scoop)?

Max makes me laugh and we appear to have a lot in common. He is from NYC, has friends in the part of Jersey that my family lives (and he likes Jersey!), he loves to travel, and he does not like living in our town anymore than I do.

I am off to pick the perfect outfit for lunch tomorrow! Ciao bello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Labels: Craigslist, dating, Italian, Max

1. Saucy SassyAssy Scores
2. Sassy Gets Her Groove On
3. Sexy Adorable Sassy Smiles


After a fabulous dinner with my friend Dana tonight, I went by the bookstore to see my favorite cute book boy, Chris. I wanted to see if the book I ordered came in (nudge, nudge, wink, wink). So Chris has me follow him to the back of the store to see if it came in. As he goes to the store room, he turns around and says "You look so gorgeous tonight". Well, I lit up like a Christmas tree. He comes out and says, "it is not back here, so let me get your number and I will call you when it comes in." We go back up to the front of the store and he gets my info and then we just start chatting. We are the only people in the store and it is about 8:30.

I found out:
a) he is 30 years old
b)originally from California (no wonder I found him attractive)
c)has a 19 year old girlfriend in Philly
d)we have a lot in common
e)we both hate it here, but it is cheap to live here
f)we walk to the beat of our own drum


So he tells me "I am dying to ask you out, but I have a girlfriend. You are beautiful, adorable, I love your sexy hair--short hair is soooo sexy to me. I love talking with you. I want to spend time getting to know you." I turn on the 1000 watt smile and I say, "Call me, we can just hang out--grab a beer or coffee and talk some more." So Mr. Chris said he would definitely call me and then he gave me a huge lingering hug. SassyAssy can't stop smiling. I sashayed out the store & down the hall while Mr. Chris stared longingly after me. Am I a bad girl for not caring that he has a 19 year old girlfriend whom he has not seen in 3 months? Am I wicked for tempting him? I am basking in the glow of his compliments: beautiful, adorable, sexy. It has been far too long since I had a man want me whom I want in return. It has been even longer since I heard such delightful descriptives directed at me. Ohmigod! And he hugged me so tight!

I know it may be the thought of a booty call that has his attention, but I think it is more than that. The chemistry between us is tangible and he is a cute book boy afterall! I cannot stop smiling! Perhaps this will be a good and wonderfully memorable month afterall.

Labels: Book Boy, dating, sex

A very dear friend turned 30 this week and she is struggling with this milestone. She has a life plan and she is not quite where she thought she would be. My only advice to her would be to live in the present and enjoy what she has. Especially to enjoy her family and celebrate her closeness with them. Sometimes goals block our view to what is going on right now. I know she will reach her goals because they are achievable and she is headed in the right direction. 30, 38, they are just numbers. I never think about being 38 (so damn close to 40) until I see the number staring at me in the face. I don't feel old, I don't act old, and I am told I don't look old. Who came up with the idea to remind us each year that we are not getting any younger?

My life certainly has thrown me more curves than I care to count since age 30. This time of year is extremely hard for me. I want to fast forward to November 11th and miss October 11 - November 10 altogether. It was October 11, 2000, that my mom decided to give up her fight with ovarian cancer. She died on November 5, 2000, and we buried her on November 10, 2000. My sisters and I drove up the Blue Ridge Parkway on October 12th to soothe our wearied souls by communing with nature. It was an incredible day with the trees bursting with the jewel tones of fall and the weather was perfect. I wonder when I will look forward to this time of year again. It is not like I consciously think about this "anniversary", but I go through this month on autopilot feeling depressed for no apparent reason. This year is especially hard because my family, with the exception of my older brother, have nothing to do with me. You could say they have excommunicated me due to religious differences. Several other friends in my life who have been there for me in the past have moved on and away from me. I am trying to take my own advice above to enjoy the present. I have many many positive things going on with a beautiful new apartment, freedom to be myself, a job I enjoy, a busy social calendar, and dancing. But it is not enough this time of year.

I am hoping that by writing my feelings (and I have not even touched the depth of them) that I can put some distance between me and my memories of that painful time in my life.

I am having dinner with an old friend tonight who went through a divorce last year. We always end up laughing ourselves silly when we get together so maybe that will help me live in the present for at least part of the day.

Labels: aging, birthday, mom

Okay, I am sitting here in class....not paying attention again. I have spent my evening setting up my personal page on a popular dating site. I have actually found 7 guys that are of interest to me and have saved them to my favorite's list. Two of the gentlemen have me listed on their favorite's page. I just need to get up the courage to IM or email them. It is scary thinking about entering the dating world again. It was never my favorite thing in the past. In fact, I would give myself an "F" in the dating realm in my prior single life. I am determined to bring that up to an A+ this time around. How often do you get a chance to have a "do-over". What slays me is that a few guys I found interesting--they could spell, write an interesting paragraph, and were attractive in some semblance--they all ended their paragraph with "skeletal girls need only apply." God, what is up with these guys? I know, I know, Dave likes curvy girls, but he is in minority!

Labels: dating, school

My mani/pedi was cancelled this evening so I cruised by my favorite bookstore to see if my favorite book boy was there. He was. We talked, we joked, we flirted, I bought, I ordered, I lingered and Mr. Chris still did not ask me out. I am going back this weekend to pick up my ordered book and maybe, just maybe, I will work it into the conversation...single, available, interested. I know he is not gay (he was doing discreet cleavage survey and the gaydar is not screaming) and I am fairly certain he is not seeing someone because of a conversation I overheard him have with his manager. He finds me attractive, he loves my hair, he laughs at my jokes, he likes my book choices....I just want him to do the asking. I am not shy and I don't hesitate to go after what I want, but I want to be chased just a little. Okay, I admit, I have this little fantasy of us drinking coffee and laughing over my obvious ploys to get his attention and how adorable and charming he found me.

The other man in my life--my dance partner--is coming over tomorrow night after we dance to hook up my surround sound and dvd. I could do it, but I just don't feel like it and if I have a volunteer, why should I? The surround sound system is an expensive, very nice one that I bought the ex as a wedding gift. He refused to use it--ever. I hooked it up, I used it, and damn it! I took it with me when I left. What the hell was that all about anyway? He never could offer an explanation for the attitude. James, my dance partner, could not believe the ex did not want the system when he saw it. Anyway, that led to him volunteering to set it up so it will be perfect!

Labels: Book Boy, dancing, the Ex

I was rushing around this morning looking for my keys. I was running a bit late for my brunch date and of course, the keys were missing. My apartment is a mess with me still unpacking the million boxes I have stacked up in every available space. Then I flashed back to a week ago when the same thing happened and I thought, "No way, I did not do that again!" I unlocked and opened my door and voila! there they are hanging in the lock. Thank goodness I live in a very safe complex, but what must the neighbors think? I might as well hang a sign out--thieves welcome--take some boxes.

I am sure my neighbor, Mikey, would gladly tell me what he thinks. He stopped me as I was going out this afternoon and we played 20 questions: Where are you going? Why? Where is that at? Do you like to go there? Mikey is this adorable 4 year old across the hall. Everytime he sees me he says, "Hey I know you, you have been bringing boxes up here. Lots of boxes." Very perceptive Mikey, it is a shame you aren't 20 years older and able to help with those boxes.

I got caught up on Lost. I was a bit disappointed because my favorite actor only made a cameo. I am in serious lust for Naveen Andrews. He is the epitome of sexy gorgeousness for me. I first saw him in Kama Sutra--A Tale of Love and he does things to me. I read in one of his interviews that he loves to do nude scenes. Yeah baby! I am getting all warm & tingly just thinking about that! I am off to a cold shower.

Labels: moving, Naveen

It is true that if you don't use it, you lose it. Except for last Wednesday, I have not danced for two months and it shows as I found out tonight. I took a group lesson on the quick step and did passably well for learning a new dance and dancing with partners who are new to it also. Then it became open dance and I could not even dance the waltz. My poor partner fled the dance floor and would not look me in the eye the rest of the evening. In my defense, he would not hold me as close as he should to keep the "connection". I was not happy with myself and my lack of grace on a dance I have moved up to silver on. Finally, I was asked to tango and girlfriend burned the dance floor up. Then I danced the cha-cha and rhumba and I was able to dance very well with weak partners. So latin dance is definitely my strength and this is how Sassy got her groove back.

Here is a rundown on my dance partners:

1. The dancing know-it-all. Frankly, there is nothing more obnoxious than a man who forceably positions your hands and arms while you are dancing with him. This guy would stop right in the middle of our dance to do this.

2. Redneck in disguise. You just have to meet him--farmboy meets "Shall We Dance?" Henry spent more time staring at my cleavage than working on his ronde. I felt like Bugs Bunny when the Abominable Snowman captures him and he is held in the snowman's big beefy fist ("I will name him George and hug him and love him and squeeze him"). To be sure, the girls were quite perky in their new bra.

3. My favorite was Hippy Man. I never did learn his name, but he was so Mr. Granola with long hair and John Lennon glasses. He just did not look like the ballroom dance type. He had a wandering eye too...

4. Can't touch this guy. This guy was my waltz partner and he was afraid to have me anywhere within his personal space. It is just too hard to attempt the waltz at an arm's length as we both found out while stumbling around the dance floor.

I am finishing out my evening by catching up on the new Lost episodes...I love love love dvr!

Labels: dancing, dating

Okay, there is this absolutely adorable guy at the local (non-chain) bookstore. I cruise through this shop once in a blue moon and several months ago I was waited on by Mr. Cutie. He flirted his way through my transaction and I was hooked. He reminds me of Steve on Sex and the City (Miranda's man). So I have gone back a few times to check out the latest books (okay, okay, just to check out Chris). He is always flirty and nice. One night he told me he absolutely loved my hair. Last weekend I asked him about books I knew they did not have so I could speak with him longer. I tried to be clever and asked him if we could play "stump the bookseller". He thought it was funny and told me I had indeed stumped him with my requests. I plan another trip this Friday to see if these same books have come in yet. I just love a man who can talk "book" with me and this honey knows his stuff! I so want to ask him out, but would prefer if he did the asking...I am hoping that this will be the night!

Labels: Book Boy, dating