I've been a bad girl...

I met up with Parachute man after my unsuccesful attempt at breaking things off with Peter. I got home - wrote in the blog and he called me asking me to meet him at a bar down near Canal St. Without thinking, I accept and am back out the door in under 10.

And, just like that, I have fallen to his spontaneity. The night was full of laughs, teases, hand-holding and kisses (and, yes, a little more..).

My life now borders on bizarre. Time to go to the beach.

Thanks for the car, monkeyluv!