Aaaaaahhh

I am breathing the sweet sigh of relief that can only come from the completion of a project. Today I not only finished updating a this-and-that project that involved spending eight business days trying to gather information from a few dozen people and institutions of various levels of muckity-muckness, I also finished my first knitted hat! It has a pompon on top of it and it's pink. I think I might give it to McMumsy.

In other news, well, holy hell, I went out with the Architect again last night. He had e-mailed me a few weeks ago apologizing for not being in touch sooner, and when he e-mailed yesterday I, sucker for his hotness that I was, broke the lady dating rules and agreed to go out on a date occurring less than 12 hours from when the invitation for said date was sent.

Or was it a date? We went to see an Australian author of mammoth novels do a reading. Only the author didn't bother to show up. So we were left wandering another independent ciy bookstore. I think at one point the Architect was sniffing me. I did smell pleasant. He on the other hand was a tad odiferous and apparently has not gotten a good night's sleep in three years. After the bookstore we went across the street where he watched me eat a meal I paid for. I asked him out for next week but he has not responded. I do not know what I think of him save that I am curious to get to know him better before making any sort of a decision.

OK honestly mostly what I am is irritated, because come-fucking-on! I'm smart, I'm funny, I'm pretty, I'm unique, and I can balance the entire weight of my extremely fit body on my shoulders. I should be beating the men off with sticks. Or else breaking their arms with my thighs.