So, here's the story on the cute guitar teacher...or more accurately, I'm trying to work out the story on the cute guitar teacher.
When I got there last night, there was a pair of girl's shoes by the door. (Boo)
Then at some point, he mentioned roommates. I have not seen anyone else. Which is good, because I totally suck and it's bad enough that I'm playing poorly for him.
Then he tells me he's moving. Yay!
And he'll be about 3-4 blocks from me. Yay!
On the way home, I start thinking about the fact that his new place is in Boystown.
So he may or may not a) have a girlfriend and b) be gay. My roommate thinks I'm ridiculous. She's probably right.
TR2.0 (from Montana) called AGAIN last night, but didn't leave a message, and sent a text today that just says "Hi". Seriously, I have no idea what he thinks is going to happen here, but how many times can you NOT get a return call and still think this is a possibility?
Also, I had lunch with my old co-workers today, and someone needs to check the temperature down in hell, because one of my old bosses is engaged. Seriously, I never thought I'd see the day. I actually dropped something when he told me. I thought he was kidding.
Song of the day is "I Didn't Mean to Turn You On" by Robert Palmer. Again, for TR2.0- "You read me wrong, I didn't mean to turn you on....I told you twice, I was only tryin' to be nice..."