22-Sep-2005

G-Money has set me up on a blind date.  In her oh-so-Remington Steele-smooth way, she rung up her agent's assistant last night under the guise of getting a copy of "E-Ring."  At the very end, she casually dropped the "just send it to Melissa.  Have you met her, she's great.  You guys should meet, you know, coffee, drinks, or maybe even dinner.  She'll call you first thing in the morning.  Kay, bye!"  I, of course, thought she'd forget about the whole thing, but imagine my surprise when I stumbled in this morning, half-blind from my early eye doctor appointment (I'd just like to take this opportunity to point out that my eye doctor is also a cosmetic surgeon - the next time I go in for some lense adjusting, I'm totally trying the whole Botox fad) to G-Money sitting at my desk.  "Did you call him yet?"  So I did.  When I hung up with the news that we were going out next Thursday, she replied, "Oh, my God, I would sooo love it if you guys got married."  H-Berts felt the need to chime in here with, "He's 22.  He's too young for her."  Which is why I go to an eye doctor who will shoot my smiling face up with Botox.  Hopefully, since I'm already a patient, I can get in before next Thursday.