Happy Holidays and all that

Brief update:
High School Guy and I are getting along really well. He went out of his way to stop at my work the other day (and he didn't go visit his brother)- like seriously out of his way, two towns and probably at least 10 miles out of his way - and then we watched TV at his apartment Wednesday. He came over to my apartment last night. We got our snuggle on. And I do mean snuggle. That's not a euphemism for anything your taudry mind might be contemplating. He's a really good guy. Very gentlemanly. Darn it ; )

And I must really like him because I'm keeping the details to myself(there aren't very many - you'll be disappointed if I tell you now anyway).

Friendster Guy and I have been emailing each other. I told him about the pot incident and he agreed on the lameness. He's going to make a nice friend.

First Impression Guy has not contacted me to apologize or say thank you for driving his friend home. He's SO off my list. However, Netherlands Guy (the one I drove home)has added me to his invitation list for a party he's having in early January. Maybe I'll get to ignore First Impression Guy at it. Won't that be fun!

This will probably be my last post for awhile given the holiday season and my travels. Have a Merry/Happy/Joyous holiday of your choice and a happy (western, Christ-centric) New Year. Being PC, you gotta love it.

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