when you are basically bestfriends with someone you start to think the same. which is why i concur with this post. in particular, how i basically keep waiting for fireworks, and how it got me thinking: have i actually ever been on a date? a date? i go out for drinks or for movies or whatever. not on dates.

this one time i think i went on a date with a spaniard. the above picture was taken in his home town. he was a hottie, now i come to think of it. anyway, we went to a movie. i spent the whole time worrying that he wasn't enjoying it. it was my choice. the italian job. i figured spain/italy, same thing basically. then afterwards i thought: no fireworks, so i'll go home. and he tried to convince me to go and have a drink with some of his friends who were in town and i said no. so we hugged, kissed on the cheek in a very european way. and i said i'd call him or he said he'd call me. but neither of us called. he's probably being a public servant in spain right now. anyway i think it was a date because we weren't friends. we met through friends of friends. but other than that it was exactly like the millions of non-dates i've been on. oh my how depressing. actually i'd say i've been on more than a million non-dates. next time i'm going to call it a freakin' date. get rid of all that ambiguity that i hate so much. NO MORE NON DATES. and no more waiting for fireworks.

if i'd have come to this realisation three years ago i could be married and living in spain with my hot spanish husband right now.