happy ago...
i am totally giddy over my date last night...was trying not to get too excited (and therefore avoid the let-down that is bound to come...) but there is something so nice and sweet and genuine about ashton that is really comforting and causes me to want to make out with him. this boy is so damn nice! i love it! i think it also helped that i had absolutely no expectations so i am being pleasantly surprised.
a weird thing i found out about him yesterday.....
i'm older than his stepmom and the same age as his stepdad. fucking frightening!
next date? we're going out again on sunday.
work was quiet today, too quiet considering my inner date giddiness. i deliberately stayed away from shelf-list Young Adult Fiction H-M thinking that would be safer for everyone (me mostly). the only silly student thing that happened was the grade 5 spelling test that was going on on the library couches. one student was administering the test and reading the words in sentences to give context. i think my favourite was for the word 'meet'.
"I'll meet you at the crackhouse after school."
....sigh....that's sure unlike any spelling test i've ever had.
going to a girly dinner partee tonight so i'm looking forward to lots of food, too much wine (she makes her own), and plenty of chick gossip. c'est tout.
posted by ago-go @ 5:24 p.m.
13 Comments:
Giddiness!! I love it!
Okay, let me get this straight. You are older than his stepmom and stepdad? Are you dating the midget at school or what?
C'est tout!
we are going to have to banish hoagie1- his comments arent even funny.
h- she will be hanging out at my crack house - you are not invited.
jen --the giddiness continues! i hope you get some giddiness tonight.
egan --if only i was dating the midget at school, that would explain things!
it seems that his parents had him when they were 17ish, got divorced, and then dad remarried a cheerleader from the local high school who is only 2 years older than ashton...he makes sure to call her stepmom all the time. then mom married a guy 14 years younger than her. i figure they must be pretty attractive people to land the young spouses. but yeah, totally bizarro...
hoagie --the one down the street from yo mama. jk
steph --and my crackhouse is always open to you too hon.
kat --there is no shortage of weird things happening in a school. and this kid's dad is definitely not snoop dog, more like a chartered accountant or something. he is the most lovely, rosy-cheeked, WASP-y, white bread kid ever. i told him he was the strangest spelling test administrator that i'd ever seen.
I tried checking out your blog at the library and the filter blocked it for excessive offensive language (the notification said something with verbage just like that!) Great job!!!!! Foul librarians warm my heart!!! :)
So, do you have a giddy perma-grin? How nauseating!
I'm convinced that Hoagie is one of the retarded kids in the group home I volunteer in.
Egan's purrrrty.
yes jen, the perma-grin is still there.
that is awesome that i was blocked by a filter. i've got to keep up the offensive language/content. show the love for the filters kids!
and egan is purty...that's why we let him join our dance circle!
*happy dance* for being giddy! If only we could sprinkle it around like fairy dust the world would be much less effin' harsh. Just wanted to say hi since I've been mostly out of the blogsphere the last few days!
oh andi, let's hope the happy dance continues...fingers crossed. oh, and the cake i ate for you was amazing!
ago, I definitely have to read the rest of your blog -- but where did you meat Ashton (Kutcher)?
Is he older? When I hear Ashton, I think 19, lithe, and totally impressionable. Like you could get him to burn a church down with the promise of a sloppy blowjob.
Kids! (rolling eyes and grinning).
Have a great day!
non --i met ashton at hoagie's mom's crackhouse. no, actually it was at a bar for a friend's birthday...he was a friend of a friend. see my entries around late march for more info about meating him.
he is 25 (i think that's as young as i can handle these days) and fresh off the farm from newfoundland...but i think he's past the church-burning for sex stage.
i call him ashton because when i first met him (at the bar when i was being a drunk fool) he reminded me of kutcher in the goofy, puppy dog eyes kind of way (not the annoying von dutch-wearing, sleeping with demi moore kind of way).
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