the spot.

The hostess at The Hard Rock Cafe referred to me as Donald Draper, from Mad Men, when taking my name. Followed by a wink and a smile when our table was ready immediately after.

Goodness, what the days of ad-running would have been like…

Every time we talk, I go to sleep smiling

I honestly really enjoy talking to you every night. Getting to know you, flirting, and just swapping stories.. It feels amazing.

Truth is

I don’t really care how unrealistic the things we talk about are. If there’s one thing I’ve learned through my life, it’s that most things that happen to me are unrealistic. When telling new people stories of my life, they always gasp and say, this sounds like a movie, not your life. So the things we plan and say being unrealistic? I’m okay with it. Because maybe we’ll get lucky with how unrealistic they are, and we’ll actually be able to do them. And then they can play out like a movie, but we can smile and know it’s our lives.

She got me to smile in a car, and wanted photo evidence of it. Evo X’s are extremely comfortable cars.

Subaru hatchbacks can barely fit a Don. So if you’ve got two small people, like the two young misses I had as company, they will fit just fine. The floor-rep told them to close the door on me and he would lock it. I told them to do it. They didn’t

The other night..

As we were hugging, you told me my heart was beating strangely.

You said you wished I could listen to my own heart. To entertain you, I tried putting my ear to my chest.

I couldn’t do it, but I did make you smile.

I don’t know why I like making you smile so damn much.

But I do wish you could have explained what you meant by my heart beating strangely. I know I feel all tingly when I’m with you, so maybe this is just a new symptom of whatever you wanna say that I have.

Maybe you make my heart race.

Or skip beats.

Or maybe you slow it down, making me feel human, and vulnerable.

I hope that one day you are able to explain what you meant.

I hope that one day you are able to explain what you heard.

Putting this on record..

That smile you give me when you wake up next to me?

Nothing makes me happier.

I hate my smile..

somehow my fortune cookies always seem to be pretty spot on for my personality and all. Shame the lotto numbers never seem to work. I had a third fortune somewhere from the past that I wanted to post, but I seem to have misplaced it.. If only the ones that were about life outside of my own personality came true..