Got milk?

I thought I'd take a moment and let everyone know how my date went last night. Jeff is genuinely one of the best persons I have met in years. He's incredibly gracious and attentive (which Bunnyjo needs!) and kind and affectionate. I was really happy when he walked into my apartment and gave me a big hug and a peck on the cheek! Score one for Jeff!

He looked great and smelled wonderful (which is a huge feat; I generally hate men's cologne). We went to the Arboreal Inn in Spring Lake, which has the most cozy, warm and romantic atmosphere I've ever experienced in a restaurant. He didn't roll his eyes when I had the hostess move my place setting so I could see the room. He didn't even flinch! He also didn't flinch when I had to talk to our server about the salad dressing and how thick the lime slice should be. For those of you who have had the *enjoyment* of having a meal with me in a restaurant, you know what fun that was. But he not only took it in stride, but I could tell he genuinely could care less as long as I was happy. Score two for Jeff!

Afterwards we had drinks at the Rosebud since going back to my apartment to watch "Colonial House" was out thanks to my overly-affectionate cat and Jeff's cat allergy. But that was fine with Bunnyjo since I had grabbed that recipe for El Presidente off DCvR's recent post but then lost it, so it would have been impossible for us to have excellent drinks and conversation at the ol' homestead. Instead, we enjoyed the riotous ambiance of the Rosebud while having a lively conversation about everything under the sun. Not only does he have a great smile and beautiful blue eyes perfect for staring into, but he seemed to genuinely enjoy hearing Bunnyjo talk! Score three for Jeff!

I shall not disclose the remaining details of the evening (although I know you are dying to know!), but I can say that at the moment he asked me if I'd be interested in "doing this again," I did not hesitate to say, "I'd love to!" And then he very suavely pulled his card out of his pocket and gave me all his phone numbers so I wouldn't have to use my feminine whiles anymore to connive a call out of him - I can just call. Perhaps you won't understand the charm of that gesture since it is rather a private joke between us that I was using a ruse to get him to call me, but it was really very charming the way he did it.

Finally, I'd like to say this: my past pattern of behavior has always been to take years between serious relationships to regroup myself and reflect on the lost relationship and resolve any lingering issues. In short, I would sulk. I am determined to not waste any more time sulking. I'm 34 years old (although Emily insists I am 35), and I don't want to waste another golden summer, another holiday, another opportunity to share the excitement and romance and joy that life holds because I'm too busy sulking over yesterday's spilled milk. I'm going to the store, and I'm getting me a new gallon of milk.

Because dammit, milk does a body good.