Nice

I fully acknowledge that the title of this post seems uncreative and boring and indicative of a limited vocabulary and/or some seriously waning creativity on my part, but its truly the perfect word to describe my evening with C.

From our easy conversation over dinner to the procurement of my rain-soaked Christmas tree to C's impressive handiwork with both the assembly of my crappy-ass tree stand and the mounting of my Steve Yzerman bobblehead to the top of said tree...it really was, in a word, *nice*.

The closest we came all night to re-engaging, on either a sexual-slash-transitory or a more significant "hey, maybe the 17th time is the charm!" level, was to strike a deal over dinner. A deal whereby, on December 1, 2007, if we're both single, we'll get engaged (his idea, not mine). The notion smacks of a one-dimensional plot for a really shitty romantic comedy, I realize, but much like the perverted sense of comfort that I derive from knowing that at any moment, I could have three dates lined up for this weekend if I so choose, there's something to be said for having a marital back-up plan that's actually not half-bad.

On another note, M2 believes he's come down with a raging case of food poisoning and/or the Ebola Virus. Either way, I'm out two Fandango tickets tonight. Between you, me and the seven other people who read this blog, I tend to think that's what he gets for having a bowl of Wendy's chili for lunch the other day. Serves him right.

Date #7: TBD.