LAST NIGHT (#5)

Super tired, so short post... last night I had dinner with Mr. Show Biz because he'll be out of town this weekend.  It was date #5, I'll have to check because my memory fails me...

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He picked me up at my house and drove us to the restaurant.  He drove from LA to Long Beach.

I was running late, so he left his house an hour later than we had planned.  He was really cool about it.

I made him brownies and he liked them.

The restaurant was nice.   Right on the water, but not too stuffy.  Food was really good.  Drinks were great.

He already followed up with a nice email this morning, so I guess I didn't scare him off (see below).

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I drank too much and got too comfortable.  And when that happens, you know I start talking!  I told him a few things that probably could have waited... like about my recurring night terrors and nightmares.  My night terrors are actually kind of wild.  I wake up thinking snakes are attacking me or I've swallowed a bullet.  I'm always screaming and begging my sister to call 911 for something, but she talks me out of it somehow.  If those stories don't scare him off, nothing will.  Doesn't happen too often, but enough to scare and seriously annoy my sister.

He didn't walk to my door to pick me up or drop me off.  He called me from his cell phone, and I came out.  I didn't like it, but because we were running late, I understood.  Next time, though, I think I'll just ignore my cell phone and force him out of his freaging car.  And when he dropped me off, he didn't even wait until I was inside the house before he flipped a U-y and drove off.  I used to get on my ex about that, and it looks like I'll have to ask him, too.  If he can't walk me to my door, he needs to wait from the safety of his car until I'm inside the house.  Just a thing with me.