Last night's date reminds just why I kind of love my life.  I met some girlfriends for lunch + bottomless mimosas at 12:30pm yesterday.  I hadn't heard from my date with exact plans, but he'd creepily texted at midnight the night before asking me if I was "excited" to go out on Saturday.  Whatevs.

2 hours into flowing mimosas, I decided to text Mr. Excited and ask what the heck we were doing tonight.  He wrote back with 5 options that I couldn't fully think about, given my slightly intoxicated state.

2 more hours of flowing mimosas, we tipsily decide to get manicures.  At this point, I text Mr. Excited to inform him that I was drunk and getting my nails done, and that he should meet me at the bar across the street in 30 min.

He showed up, we had a few drinks, and then decided to play "Trader Joe's roulette" in which we both picked out random foods and brought them to my apartment.  We hung, made out, ate, he asked me about 6 times if I liked him.  He had to leave around 11:30 to meet up with co-workers, but not before he asked me if we could meet up next weekend and maybe in Chicago, where we were both going to be in a few weeks.

To add insult to insecurity, he 'forgot' his jacket at my apartment and then said "I'll get it next time."  What are you, a college girl?

I'm not sure how I feel...he's really nice and seems to like me.