vodka = truth serum

uh oh. i went out with limp wrists again last night (or as my friend erica sweetly calls him, limpdick), and i had some vodka truth serum. i was talking about the weirdos i've been out with, and i somehow mentioned (oops) that i have a blog. damn! and he knows computers well, so he's going to try to find it. so now i'm faced with the decision of revealing what i truly think or hiding what i maybe wouldn't want him to read.

as an aside, his drinks also seemed to allow him to speak his mind. he told me that the reason i've probably been out with freaks is that my pictures are not flattering to the reality of what i look like. a bit of a back-handed compliment, me thinks. he said if he had his digital camera handy he could take a dozen better pictures. nice and not nice at the same time.

so i'm still uncertain about him, and he wants me to go out with him on valentine's day. i just don't know. he's funny and cute, and we definitely have a fun time together. however...the limp wrists prevail...there is something fruity about him that i just don't know if i like.