1:17 AM

Here I sit. 1:17AM on a Saturday morning. I just had a very nice date with the ever illusive Brent. We saw a movie and then had a beer afterwards at Rock Bottom. This felt like a real date. There was no making out in the bar. No groping. Just conversation at the brewery and a long, well-written, depressing movie.
We saw "Atonement". I wouldn't say I liked it, but I would probably say it was a good movie. After the movie we walked across the way to TGIFridays. The place was PACKED for some reason and he suggested we go some place else. This is how we ended up at Rock Bottom. He did however have to go in and check out the place beforehand because he knew some of the "basketball guys" were going to be there. The coast was clear so we went in, and talked over a beer. A single beer, that's it this time, and I'm glad. Last call was shouted when I was in the restroom, and when I came back out the lights were on and he was ready to go. He walked me to my car, said thank you for going to the movies with him and said that we should do it again sometime soon. I said "Yea?" and he kissed me. We had a normal date, it was fun! So, here I sit at 1:27AM now wondering if he is thinking about me. Wondering if there will be a second date this time around. Will he actually use my number? I had a really good time, so I hope he does call, and I hope we do go out again. With all this, I think my day has been long enough and I think I can go to sleep finally.