Don't try to adjust your television sets

Were you all dying of suspense to see how date #2 went and blogger wouldn't let you in? Did ya miss me? Yes, seems my URL was on the fritz for a while, but I managed to muck around and fix the doo-hickey that made it work again. Um, yeah. Okay, honestly? I just hit OK and Refresh and Republish a lot and got lucky.

So now back to our regularly scheduled program...

Eduardo emailed me twice Monday, once yesterday, and called me last night. What? Did you hear that? Yes, that's me doing the Snoopy Happy Dance. His second email asked 'so, did you write this in your blog?' Um, HELL YEAH! I was considering a sandwich board sign proclaiming the feat but I couldn't decided what shoes would go.
One Eduardo email contained nothing but the following quote:

"He must be dreaming. He can feel the warm tightness of her skin; the scent of sex is heavy in the air. Her lips taste of roses and passion, and she holds him like her life depends on it." -Neil Gaiman

We will be going out again either this Friday or next Monday, depending on how both of us can work out our schedules.