my brain is melting out of my ears...

oh this city. this big bag beautiful city. last night i went to Hoboken with svet and her friends from jersey and it was a pretty awesome time. it started with tequila shots here, tequila shots at this house party (and a cape coddah), then more tequila and cape coddahs at Black Bear, this bar on the main stretch of HoBo. whilst at the bar, i had the pleasure of being hit on by a not-so-bad looking dude named Sanford who bought me what would ultimately become my 3rd cape coddah of the night and i was criticized for making him order such a girly drink. unfortunately, i was totally dressed like slut sauce (its what i get for letting svet influence my style) and he was caught off guard by my insane theater skillz - namely in the sound and light department. Ultimately this resulted in him getting my number on his slick little iPhone and me maybe getting a free dinner out of the whole thing.

the major issue here: i can't really remember if he was attractive. shallow and vain i know, but when your interaction with someone is contained entirely in a dark, loud bar and you're already 5 tequila shots and 2 cape coddahs in the bag, your perceptions of the situation become a bit skewed. svet also acknowledged that it was dark and couldn't back me up on the aesthetics question.

on top of all of this there is the consideration of the situation i left in boston that will soon be arriving in new york. my own desire to see that to fruition greatly outweighs the passing interest i have in a boy who buys me a drink and has a sweet phone.

so now the major question: what do i do when/if he calls? should i go out to dinner or just let this one slide and try again later, when other situations have been sorted out?

le sigh - last night svet said i had better get used to it, its what happens to attractive chicks. if thats the case, i need to buck up and get better at rejecting people...

ah well, enough of a break. now its time to brief some cases.