And, I’m not talking about the Space Shuttle Discovery. (By the way, check out this really great blog: How I am Becoming an Astronaut.) I’m talking about Houston, the guy that I went on a few dates with.
So, I receive an email from my friend Pegs. I LOVE Pegs. She asks what happened to Houston since I hadn’t said anything about him lately.
I tell her that it didn’t work out. No details. No drama. Just didn’t work out.
Pegs is great and I miss her. She is a Numbers Geek, as am I. AND, what’s more, she always gives great advice about boys. For example, when she heard about my weekend with Le Canadien, “Oh no, no, no,” she emailed me, “swapping kisses with exes of any sort is a BAD idea. Le Canadien??!? Even worse. You should be paddled, and I’m not talking in the sense that your aerobics instructor was.”
And, it gets even better … PEGS SENT ME CHOCOLATE! Well, it wasn’t actually like “real” chocolate. It was a picture of chocolate, but that’s a long story … :-)
