Holy shit.

Chris asked me out for drinks.

I thought...why not?

Why wouldn't I?

Holy shit.

Devious, that man.

Too much to drink.

What a bad influence.

I like it.

I'll see him again.

How could I not?

Devious.

Delicious.

"Come over to my place," he says. "Come listen to Duran Duran on vinyl."

I secretly think he's a dork, and kinda cool at the same time.

"If you had Jill Barber on vinyl," I tell him, "I'd come. But since you don't, I'm going home."

"Ouch," he tells me.

I still want to see his house.

Shit, I've been drinking.

At least I have tomorrow off.

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Rosie.

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