I waited so long to update the story of my date with Mr. Moby that I no longer have desire to do so.

I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I haven't seen him since that night, so my interest level is at a low. Also, I don't want to jinx things. I'm afraid that if I care too much, I'll just get hurt.

But basically, it was a good date. Nothing spectacular, mostly just us talking. He's fascinating, I'll give him that. Worth noting: The Mr. Moby who existed in my head was near perfection. The one I was on a date with, is not. I had Moby on a pedestal, and the date knocked him off. It's a good thing--I'm no longer intimidated by him, so I can actually get to know the real him and see if I like him.

My only other observation: The boy needs to gain weight. A lot of it.

Beyond that, I can only say that I don't know what will happen from here, on his end of things or mine. It's a mystery.

Unrelated item: What if I changed my name? I've thought up a new one, tell me what you think (especially those of you who know my actual name):

Josie Page

Cool? I know, I'm not really going to change my name (I don't think), but I've never liked the one I have. I don't feel like it describes me.

Song on my life soundtrack: Out of the Woods, Sinead Lohan

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