Bad Dates (#2)

It was my first date with "Michael." We'd hung out before, but this was the first official dinner together, just the two of us thing. Michael is (was?) fond of the drugs, but one of those people that you couldn't always tell if he was on something because he was slightly weird anyway. So we are at a sushi place, and I am chatting away. It's possible that my story was getting long-winded, but I'm pretty sure he was super wasted. Why? Because when I noticed that he was staring at me instead of listening to what I was saying, I asked, "Michael, what's up?" and he responded, "I just was totally focusing on the shape of your skull."

I actually did go out with him for a little while after that. I guess I'm not (or wasn't) dissuaded by that type of thing. I probably should be.

I'm going out of town for a few days. A good friend is coming in to celebrate my rapidly approaching 30th bday. Perhaps I will have some debaucherous pictures to post when I get back.