Still Awake: Good Dinner

The Star Wars event with Darkside didn't last as long as I thought it would, so I went ahead and decided to see if I could make it mushroom and crab puff night with trystan_laryssa sooner than we were planning on. It was game night, so figment0 was already there when I showed up. I'd decided that it wouldn't take me all that long to pack (I've gotten better about my explorations into Reasonably Known Territory) so I was able to clean out the duffel bag, the backpack, and the purse in record time after getting certain crucial ingredients at the store.

Dinner was mushrooms, teriyaki chicken bits, and crab puffs. I like a bit more cream cheese in my crab puffs than trystan_laryssa does. My cooking was pronounced a success. Her cooking was pronounced a success.

It was a good birthday. And Darkside has my spare key now, so he can get inside my apartment in case of emergency. I was rather expecting for him to be a little more ... argumentative ... on that part, but he added the Sith Lord keychain with the spare key to his already deadly-looking keychain with only some commentary: "Oh, I'm a Sith Lord now, am I?" and questions: "When you move, management's going to want this back, right? ... So make sure and let me know so I can get that back when you move."

He's an altogether sweet young man, and I want to keep him. He smells nice, too.

I feel pretty...

Today I saw Darkside wearing my standard work blacks, with my hair down and brushed out neatly, the rings and necklaces I wear day-to-day, absolutely no makeup ... and I felt if not downright ravishing, at least attractive.

I was standing tall and smiling, I wasn't about to lose my cookies nervous, I wasn't jittering like a caffiene fiend, I didn't have a speck of makeup on (lip gloss for lips-not-cracking purposes doesn't count) ... and I knew I was pretty.

I think he might have seen it too.

It feels like starting over. It's a good thing. I think we're both adults now.

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(you hung up without pressing #. posting privately in case it was an accident.)
It was. Grandma's house ate the cellphone signal.

Voice Post: Safe & sound at Grandma's.

Voice Post: Deprivation has set in.