Thursday, November 16, 2006

Dates

Monday, apparently I agreed to a date with a taxi driver. Gee, is that what he was going on and on about? I was out at a milonga and he came to the door all spiffed up to get me. Must have figured the universal language would work no matter what.

My excursion to San Telmo market actually proved to be a date. Being dense, I didn't realize it until Bob started to hold my hand. I don't think it was just friendlyness either. I can think of one or two men that it would have been quite yummy to hold hands with, instead it was just awkward. Ooh, and he came to my door this morning asking what we could do together today. Eep.