So I'm reading the newspaper while eating dinner at a little restaurant near the movie rental store I just came from (all the Saturday night boring, quiet, homebody things that you all love me for) and the guy sitting next to me keeps eyeing me. He is very cute and so I'm kinda checking him out too. We eat, smiling occasionally, and go on about our business. Finally we end up chatting. We have a lot in common and it's an amazing meeting of strangers. Anyway, we head over to a little gay bar across the street where he's meeting up with some friends later and chat some more. I don't stay too long because I don't want to interrupt his night out with his friends, because I have movies in my bag, because I'm not sure what's happening, and because I'm nervous-- not too nervous, but nervous. Anyway, we swap numbers and I head off home to continue my boring, quiet, homebody lifestyle you all love me for. Maybe someone else will like it too....