For the first time, in a LONG GOD-DAMN TIME, Deezil has a date. This fucking RULES. Her name is (A. S.). She’s great.
We met at a party. Her best friend in the world is one of my fraternity brothers. So, we were standing around and got started talking to each other. And it’s apparent that maybe things should go a little farther than standing around at a party. So, I do what any guy would do… I wuss out. I don’t ask her for her number, I don’t tell her I’ll her around, it just kind of dwindles off into the night, and I think nothing much more of it. Well, for the next 4 days at Winslow, I see her. And it’s not just one of those things that happens in passing, we actually stop and talk to each other for 5 minutes. And then, it kinda fell into a thing where we didn’t see each other, and then, last night, I got her number, and pondered calling her, trying to be a romantic Valentine’s Day type person. But, again, I wussed out, and didn’t. So, I get up the nerve to call her tonight. And, things go wonderfully. So, I have a date. Saturday night, sometime, somewhere in Murray. It shall be a wonderful evening. Or at least I hope so.