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2001-02-04 - 11:53 a.m.
Weird drinking dreams ...
I'm dating someone, no one in particular at first, a cute blonde Charlese Theron-like woman, like from the "Sweet November" commercials on TV now. At one point early in dinner one night of an early-relationship date, she asks how "forward" am I — meaning will she have to initiate sex. At that moment, someone walks in, so we drop the subject — but I know I'm getting some that night. Now my date is Elise and at that point two others join us — Ex-Girlfriend Heather and her boyfriend: Jeremy (who's dating Elise in real life). So it's like we were interrupted and I probably won't be getting any. And I wonder how I'll tell my parents I won't be coming home tonight, and I decide I'll just say we're going to be hanging out late at Elise's. Heather and I have good, civil conversation at dinner and I'm not mad at her, though I ignore the question, "So how are you doing?" with obvious inflection on a word I can't now recall. And she's wearing a skimpy, tight dress and I think she looks pretty.
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