I really don't want to fuck this up. When I first knew her I always let the ladies make the first move, which only worked at NYU, with everybody stoned out of their ass. I went in for the kill this time, and I'm in the door. She is exactly the type of woman I would even attempt to have a long term relationship with. I can't fuck this up.

We are making plans to go sky diving together. Yes, I told her my sad tale of not being able to go last weekend and how I was rescheduling the event. She looked like she was starting to cum, and said "Oh my god, I am so doing that with you". So I gave her my business card. "You got a real job now". Nice, I know, but the context is that we both used to work at Kinko's. And Stinko's is indeed not a job at all. Slave yes. Career no. Gotta try and ease up on the alkyhol, in case we get amorous, don't want Dick Whiskey rearing his flacid head. Smoke lots of pot, yes, porn star on that shit.

Her tiny little mouth, with the big bright teeth underneath. Straight jet black hair. Creamy skin. Bouyant butt. Perky small breasts. Nice brain - she gets all my jokes and is knowledgeable about things I care about. Oh that voice, whispering in my ear or trumpeting with pleasure, its getting hard for me to concentrate.

Friday will be a beautiful day.