Tonight, I met a 6'3" guy who strongly resembles Jake Gyllenhaal. He's the lead singer and guitarist of a band I will call "Total Hotness" (that's not the exact name, but let's just say it's close). I don't think that band name is tongue in cheek, which is unfortunate. I am pretty sure he lives with his parents. I am not as sure he graduated from high school. But since it's the season of saying yes, and apparently hot guys are dropping out of the sky and into my lap, I said yes when he asked for my number. And I said yes again when he suggested drinks. (Do we think he's going to invite me back to his parents' house??)
As I write this, I am having second thoughts about having drinks with this guy. I mean, he sees no humor whatsoever in his band name. And I ran out of things to say just at the party. However, he has two things going for him: 1) he is blindingly beautiful and 2) it's the fucking four man plan, and I am committed. I've only officially had 3 dates with my HOT, HOT Yoga Guy. I must keep the door open. However, I gotta say...my heart was not in it tonight. Mr. Lead Guitarist was about as pretty as they come--maybe even prettier than HOT, HOT Yoga Guy (shocking, I know) but I wasn't particularly buying what he was selling. I mean, yes, the man is now in possession of my digits...but I kinda think I need this situation like I need a hole in my head. Ya know?
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