OK, this is two weeks in a row my over cautious and optimistic ass has cleaned this dump from top to bottom on a Friday afternoon just in case the girl I'm seeing would like to come back this way.

I am so careful to make sure there isn't anything that can go wrong. The place is spotless. Nothing that would look bad on me is allowed in this apartment on a Friday afternoon.

I started around 3pm. I was nervous as hell and really wanted to get my job search, rent, bills, and everything out of my head so I just started cleaning. I didn't want a chick to make the mistake of coming this way only to realize the second she walks in the door that she's made a horrible mistake. I vaccumed the whole place. I have a piece of shit stand up that does an awful job, so it takes me about 10 times longer than it should to have this place debris free. After I vaccumed I still wasn't happy so I took the hardwood floor cleaner and mopped the whole place. I then straigtened up the furnature, the books on my book shelf, the wires behind my computer, the kitchen, the dining room, took out the garbage, and put some clothes away. I was sweating like an asshole because I also decided I needed to air the place out and had all the windows open. It was a little to hot in here to be cleaning with the windows open, but I know that smell is the longest lasting memory, so I don't fuck around with it. I took a shower, shaved my face, trimmed my pubes and shaved my balls. I had the whole apartment looking great, made my bed up nice, had just the right clothes to wear, and was ready to go out the door. I found out by accident that if I turn on my walk in closet light in my bedroom that my room has a really soft and somewhat "romantic" look to it. The stand up pole lamp is just too bright seeing as my clothes I took back from my folks' place were still in boxes next to my dresser. It just made it too obvious that I really just pushed shit around instead of picking it up. But the CLOSET light just looks awesome. So I opened the closet door and turned on the light, made sure everything looked really nice one last time, and left.

She looked great. Red top with jeans. Looked very "girl next door" hot. We had another really nice dinner together. Everything went really well again, but here I am... home... and I have been for about 40 minutes. I got home at 9pm from another 7pm date. Our first date was the same thing. In at 7, home by 9. I don't know how to read this chick. We really do have a lot to talk about, we have fun, I really enjoy her company and she seems to enjoy mine. But... no signs at all. I don't know if she's just really shy and wants me to be forward or if that's just how she opperates. Well, the best I can do is keep at it. I need to figure something else out. Find a concert or an activity where we're not just having dinner every time. 1. Dinner is expensive. 2. I think I'd like to see how she acts when we're moving around doing things instead of just sitting down at a restaraunt.

I don't have the self image to think everything's great without hearing it, so if she could just say something to me that would clear up if she thinks we have potential or not, It'd really make me feel much better. Of course, I have been trying really hard to play this one Don Juan De La Neuch and keeping myself away from being clingy and fast moving, but it's so hard.

I do have a spotless apartment though... and that's nice.