I prefer not to think about him as the boy who was doing Coke that very very dark night in Williamsburg. I like to think of him as the boy with the sexy voice who sang to me in Portuguese. He’s also the boy who asked me out last night.

So maybe I’m desperate. When I met Mark I wasn’t sure if I really liked him. I mean, we were flirting and all but hey, I’m a flirt. He’s pretty cute and very “crunchy” which I seem to be very attracted to these days. He’s a Spanish professor at NYU. I wonder how old he is? The only thing I find completely unattractive is that I snuck a peek at him doing a line on that very dark night. Was he just getting into the spirit of things? He clearly had done it before. Am I just a prude?

Anyway he called me last night. I put on my coolest first phone call demeanor. He suggested we get together Wednesday after work. He said something “Chill” cause he gets up so early to teach. Yay chill! I’m all for it! We had a good mini chat about music and siblings (both of his brother’s are musicians and he’s just starting).

When I got off the phone I had that nice pure feeling of elation. I guess it’s the feeling of being wanted, being chased. I’m all about that right now considering I’ve practically had to club my last few boyfriends over the head in order for them to pay attention to me. So I guess this is exciting. We’ll see where the night takes us.