Just got home. Had a date. Danced all night. Actually, we danced for about 45 minutes because I took her to Grif's and she brought up dancing that she hadn't done in a while. So, off we went to find this place she remembered about. We got there and danced. Out of all the people, she was the last person I'd thought would have something in common with me. We're actually discussing travelling to Italy during Christmas break. I actually held conversation. We talked about a lot of things. It was cool. Can't say that it's leading anywhere. I guess we'll see. I'm sleepy and I have to read for gilded age and public opinion. Since I have to be up in a while, I guess I'll stay up.

PS: I got to drive her Lexus because she felt too tipsy. I like Lexus'. Is Lexus a Latin word? Is there a plural form to Lexus? Is it Lexi, or something? Anyway, I drove and she talked. I think I over-did-it with the whole complament thing. She is good looking. Can't deny that. We joked about the constant inuendos being thrown out. She got to the point where she had to think about exactly what she was going to say. Anyway, didn't work. We had to laugh at our attempt.

Haven't danced like that in a couple of years, I think. She was a good partner. We were supposed to go to some country club. Not golf, but dancing, but it didn't exist anymore. So we went to a merenge and salsa club. So, we shook our tukus and laughed at the people around us. My ears are still ringing. We slow danced.