Professor, Do You See My Cleavage?

This afternoon, I found myself standing over my kitchen counter, making homemade whipped cream for my own selfish enjoyment. I had some left-over heavy whipping cream from the whole bread pudding episode, and a clean hand-mixer, so I thought...why not? It's 3 o'clock, I've been through the mental rigors of both auditioning and dating in the last 48 hours (and really, isn't dating just another kind of auditioning?) I deserve a treat. And as I have been saying all week to anyone who stops long enough to listen...you have to take care of yourself because if you don't, who will? So I had the hankering for a post-lunch apple, chopped up and "baked" in the microwave with some cinnamon, nutmeg, golden raisins, brown sugar, and a little bit of butter. I sprinkled the top with some chopped toasted pecans when it came out, and whipped up some lightly sweetened whipped cream with just a hint of vanilla. Voila! Instant happiness. Nothing says luxury like making yourself essentially a crustless apple pie with from-scratch whipped cream in the middle of the afternoon. If I were to throw in a nap and an orgasm, I might actually exceed my happiness quota for the day.

But alas, nap and orgasm are not in my cards this afternoon (as it is, I am procrastinating on work by blogging right now.) But I couldn't resist updating you on The Professor. We met on Saturday night, at a trendy gastropub in Culver City where we had delicious burgers and a couple beers. He is adorable-much more handsome than I would have guessed, and a little shy. He is also exceedingly polite and a little formal, which was surprising. We had a lovely time, but it was hard for me to tell if he was feelin' me or not...he was so polite that I honestly had trouble reading him. For instance, I was wearing a moderate amount of cleavage, and couldn't tell if he noticed it or not. (For real? Yes.) The Professor is the consummate gentleman; there would be no cleavage-staring from him.

One real highlight of the evening was the burger. It. Was. Unreal. So juicy, the juciest burger I'd ever had with caramelized onions on top, blue cheese and arugula. It was so rich, it was sinful. What a treat, cut with a perfectly crisp, cold Craftsman Hefeweisen (look at me, all fancy with my beers.) It was actually quite a funny contrast--the most messy, sensual burger I've ever sunk my teeth into with the most clean, respectful, polite date I've ever had in my life. (As I devoured the burger, I think I may have licked my fingers. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.)

So I don't know quite where I stand with the Professor...I'd definitely go for another date with him, but it's hard to say if I'm just too much...well, just too much for him. But if I am too much for him, he's not my guy. And as long as I have chilly afternoons and crustless apple pies topped with homemade whipped cream, I think I'm doing just fine.