A weekend of par-tays

What did you do last weekend? I went to parties! And I even went on a date! Did I ever tell you about my total sum of 1.5 dates over 2 years of post-breakup rehab?! One was a real date and the remaining "1/2" refers to the evening I *thought* was a date¹ until he started talking about the girl he was interested in over dessert. And yes we split the bill. That sucked.

Anyway Sunday was a real date (and yes the person who does the asking out pays on dates. The invitee can offer to pay for coffee afterwards. In my case, it was taiyaki. Bariuma dattashi.) and though it's not going to go anywhere with the guy I just thought I'd let you know that I'm not the social recluse you think I am. Also, isn't it interesting how people say when you meet the right person "you know"? Well I have a tendency to "know" more often than I care to admit (haha. working on it!) but I also "KNOW" right away when he's *not* the one. You know when you know, right? At least I guess about whether you're into him or you not. So... I knew he wasn't it and so I told him we can only be friends, unless he wants to be an intern. Spoken/written Arabic a plus.

Last weekend I also went to a SATC party and an Azabu Juban Matsuri party. Coming up I also have... a Champagne party (involving Krug. The things Champagne does to my skin borders miraculous), a wedding party, a b-day party (Monica is organizing it), a Hurray For Work party, and finally another wedding party involving a duet of A Whole New World with Peabo. Monica, Jasmine, man! I'm all over the place.

So you see I am actually a social butterfly. Twitter twitter. Bye~



Miss Ai living it up at partay over weekend.

¹ He kept asking me out to dinner, I kept declining (graciously), he kept asking. One time I said yes because he offered to meet me after work. A date--Yes? No? Ladies? Gents?? Oh alllllright here you go....

Back by Popular Demand! The Miss Ai Poll! Was It Or Wasn't It?! A date but he changed his mind over appetizers. Sorry dude. Miss Ai, it's 2008 and it's called going Dutch. Date. A victim of the modern times, a retarded little youthling who knows nothing of gentlemenly suaveness. He was in dire need of your pleasant (not to mention HOTT) company for dinner. Wasn't a date but I can see why you thought it was. You're hott. I think he just wanted to go out to dinner as friends. view results