Two Things

One
So Friday was E's birthday, and it was my second time at our Irish bar version of Cheers in a week. It was great seeing you all - so much fun - but I learned an important lesson thanks to jwer... Charissa and Irish cider do not mix. I think I had a total of four beers, which is not too much for me, but I spent much of Saturday feeling queasy and blah. I'm blaming it on the cider. (And not jwer.)

Two
Last night I had a dinner date and learned something equally as important as not liking cider... I am not good at reading boy body signals. What I thought was lack of interest - darting eyes, okay eye contact, etc - might just be nervousness. I am a bit shocked. I think it's weird that I might make someone nervous, but I'm pretty sure that's what it was. The night was a good time, and no further details will be shared, but I think I need to reevaluate how I perceive my environment. It's possible that I'm not as in the know as I thought I was. Damn.