Play Date

So Mister Darcy and I have talked a buttload since our movie date. I think the fact that his time in the U.S. is limited has eliminated 80 percent of the pressure, allowing me to stop nitpicking and just have fun. Major coup.

He's really quite enjoyable to speak with. When I was home for Thanksgiving he asked what games my family was playing, and I mentioned Boggle. He said he loves Boggle. You guys, I love Boggle. My family is Boggle. Just kidding. But seriously when we play, there's usually a shouting match and there have been tears. I have cried over a word my little brother used for 6 points. It's bad. But awesome.

Then, the next day he tells me, "Right, I played a game today that I would definitely beat you at, called Bananagramme." Umm marry me? After telling him it's called Bananagrams (gramme...so cute) and it's one of two games I own, we decided to have a game night this Saturday. At my flat.

He's bringing Boggle and a bottle of whatever I "fancy." To my home. Which is just a whole new world because I haven't had a coed game night in my studio apartment since I moved in June. It's really not a big deal, except that it is because it's like having a boy up to my bedroom. Only this time we're not sneaking into my best friend's parents' liquor cabinet with an empty Aquafina bottle and filling it with a little of everything. We called it swamp juice. Pure class.

Anyway, we'll see how this plays out. It's not like I'm going to dim the lights, turn on Barry White and answer the door in my bathrobe. I do that on date six.

It's really quite perfect because it's so cold out, and I'd prefer to stay in anyway. Plus we're on my turf.

Booze and Boggle. And Bananagrams. And British boys.

Brilliant.