A Boy Named "Email"...The Day After

Not unlike the date, this post will be rather uninspired. The movie plan ended up instead being coffee and tiramisu and featured me having to work just too a little too hard to keep the conversation afloat. (By the by, if someone's lived in the US for ten years, can "language barrier" still be cited as justification for someone's marginal social skills?)

At the conclusion of our outing, he kissed me on the cheek and then pulled me into something strongly resembling a "isn't this a bit much for a first date?" hug. Told me to call him that evening. (Didn't.)

He's rather attractive. And quite tall. And 27.

I'll probably see him again.