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kim's friend, the other kim, comes back with a guy named maverick. no joke. my kim throws out a top gun line and maverick doesn't get it. amazing.

Don Juan de Orn...

i'm irish catholic, orn. i'm tall. don't ask a girl for numbers...that's a sensitive issue.

the art was like plastic ziploc bags tacked up to the wall...luckily he was looking pretty good. slightly less awkward than date #2 but separate cabs at the end of the night! what does a girl have to do to get a goodnight kiss in this town!

We have different preferences in pasta sauces but I don't think it's a dealbreaker.

just arrived. i left strict instructions that the delivery guy call me at the top of my street so i could go stand outside and the pizza wouldn't be an hour late. said i'd be topless, so it was 30 minutes early.

the ideal suitor can complete all of these sentences :
________are a girl's best friend.
you got the ______honey, i got the time.
but mom, could i maybe have two __________.

ummmm so i guess someone told him that gelling your hair up so that it sticks STRAIGHT UP in the air was the new look because he looks like he got electrocuted. this date is off to a great start...

the escape. as it happened.

picked up my phone as if i'd felt it vibrating, threw out some quizzical eyebrows over the oh so cozy candlelit table, who could be calling? how odd.

--this is the side of the convo JB heard (also the only side)

"hey, what's up?"
"wait, what?!"
"what. really? no."
"oh no."
"oh no. really? ok. ok. yeah."
"are you sure?"
"oh no. ok. i'll come home now"
"yeah. oh. oh my god. ok"
"no. yeah, of course, i'll be there in 10 minutes. it'll be ok"

I ran by Scott and his date at Crissy Field... the guy was working it....sunset stroll, golden gate bridge, and his sweater nonchalantly draped over his shoulders...

Ms. E was digging it.

Nice guy....(you know when it starts off like that, it's not good)....BUT there is something off. He had wandering eyes all night. Not checking out other girls, (well maybe), but really couldn't keep eye contact with me at all. A major no no in my book. I don't care if he was nervous, he is 35 , GET OVER IT! I said I'd go out again, but I won't. I know, I'm immature.

TOTALLY MADE OUT IN THE BACK ROW.

third date plans in the works.

it's on, bitches.

best line re: the kims. "did you meet them on myspace?" - women bouncer on seeing me wuththe kims

Post date skinny. Pluses: He's a very nice guy, really smart. He paid for lunch. He said I had nice legs. And, he kissed me once hello and twice goodbye. Minuses: We have differing views on immigration policy. And, he's unsure if he's a fan or marriage. (My ex-boyfriend and I broke up because marriage is definitely something I want for myself but he didn't want to get married to anyone ever.) But, would I go out with him again? Sure!

So happy that Facebook connect is live!

man, after this i think we're bout to make out and hit the highway back to tha crib ;) awe yeah..

niiiiiice maybe next time you're in the elevator you can pull the alarm and make out. that has long been a dream of mine.

Scott just called out the waiter for checking me out. Then he told him to he could pick up the ladies playing skee ball at a bar on Geary. Classic.

the ideal suitor can complete all of these sentences :
________are a girl's best friend.
you got the ______honey, i got the time.
but mom, could i maybe have two __________.

I wouldn’t want to hold him to a double standard. My profile pics have been accused, by a certain someone, of “engaging in excessive flattery.” As long as he’s not a mouth breather, everything should be fine.

Naked girls. Hot Brazilian dealers. Winning money. 12 at least vodkas sodas. 4 hours of black jack. Me blacked out.

You should play a couple games making them think you suck. Then bet the cute one a second date you can beat him. Or maybe just cash. Depending on how cute he is...

i left all that on the voicemail of my BFF/soulmate/roommate, turned back to the table and shrugged, emergency at the house, you know how it is...gotta get back.

JB still went in for the kiss, got the face twist away plus handshake followed by awkward hug. unfortunately I don't think this is the last I'll hear from JB the PD.

Bar Fight at the Buccaneer! Walking by, lots of action. Cop breaking it up.

the escape. as it happened.

picked up my phone as if i'd felt it vibrating, threw out some quizzical eyebrows over the oh so cozy candlelit table, who could be calling? how odd.

--this is the side of the convo JB heard (also the only side)

"hey, what's up?"
"wait, what?!"
"what. really? no."
"oh no."
"oh no. really? ok. ok. yeah."
"are you sure?"
"oh no. ok. i'll come home now"
"yeah. oh. oh my god. ok"
"no. yeah, of course, i'll be there in 10 minutes. it'll be ok"

"when I need a good cry, I watch Home Makeover." - lauren

Lady at table next to us admitted to overhearing my story about the bald mice. She told me I looked good though.

Weird scene. Lot of heavy black eyeliner. Not really my crowd here, and Gabe is mostly ignoring me, talking with his other friends. Lame. aaaaaand the band just started, and it is absolutely unbearable.

just arrived. i left strict instructions that the delivery guy call me at the top of my street so i could go stand outside and the pizza wouldn't be an hour late. said i'd be topless, so it was 30 minutes early.