Life + boys = complicated

[fadagaski]

Ugh. I have a weakness for the Irish accent, which I choose to blame on Gabriel Byrne and my first thrill of desire. Nevertheless, every Irishman I've ever met has been, to a greater or lesser extent, a douchebag. So, Irish accented men and I do not click.

There's an Irish lad here at the temp job. He's baby faced and gruff and very wry. Nice enough but sort of typical for what I've come to expect.

Then there's his officemate. Not Irish. From somewhere generically south of here, which encompasses almost the entirety of England. He's very cute and seems sweet and I have been flirting even though I know almost nothing about him but he gave me some maltesers. Am I fixating weirdly? IDEK.

Tomorrow I have a coffee-date-thing with a guy I met on eharmony. Hsiieutfgwhridjsb. Will it be awkward? Will I like him? I don't really remember any of the details from his profile, things that I might otherwise have learnt in the course of conversation but which could feel strange to bring up if I'm already suppose to know them.

Blah. I'm going to splurge a little of this temp-money (a phrase that encompasses many meanings, all of which I mean to imply) on a new dress that is flattering yet not sexual, casual without being as slobby as my normal attire.

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*flail*

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