Rain Delay

Well, I've decided to reschedule my two dates for this week, because I'm sorry to say, I've got a wicked cold. And before you bend your fingers into a W, do me a favor: squeeze your nose together with a clothespin, rub your outer nostrils with the coarsest of sandpaper, and then tell me if you still feel like a sexy beast.

The defense rests.

Therefore, I've moved drinks with Dr. Zhicago and ice cream with Whitesnake to next Thursday and Friday, respectively. However, I have enjoyed my first few phone convos with Whitesnake. But now I worry that since we actually get along and he's not an over-sharer and seems to have a cute personality, I'm going to turn the corner and instead of finding Christian Slater a la Bed of Roses, it'll be Steve Buscemi a la....anything.

I need more cold meds.