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unlike me, chloe keeps a regular schedule. the best time for me to go out is tuesday nights, a free time that i share with few others. in a fantastic twist of fate though, both of us were free tonight. we saw ET, which was appropriately compelling and as good as the original, and then shot pool at a bar in longmont. it was great. she was everything i remembered from last weekend and more (except sweaty, she was less sweaty. so was i): charming, poised, funny, easy to talk to, great shoes.

what can i say? i’m smitten, more than before. i think we’re hitting it off really well, and i’m really excited. she killed me at pool, five games to two, and i lost the ten bucks i won on that scratch ticket to her. i tried to convince her that i was a slow-movig pool hustler, and that i would win ten times that amount back from her sometime (this was my roundabout way of asking if she wanted to go out again: any guy reading this is nodding his head right now). without missing a beat, she said “Well I guess that means we’ll have to play again.” no kidding.

smitten, no doubt about it.