Jaymie and I finally managed to sync up on the phone tonight, and we now have firm plans for a date on Thursday night. We are going to my favorite dive bar for drinks. Seriously, I’m starting to think that Grant is going to wonder about me bringing in a different girl almost every month. But …

If you read this, you must ask me three questions. Any subject you want. The sky’s the limit. Etc and such.

Then you must post the same request in YOUR journal, allowing your pals to ask you three questions as well.

This is what is called a meme. Blame . It’s always his fault anyway.

Called her yesterday. Left message. Got a voice mail from her last night. She sounded appropriately nervous. This is a good sign :)

I’ll call her tonight and hopefully we’ll be able to meet up this week.