sk8ter boi

He's back and he's better than ever...
For some inane reason I'd written off the skater, but last night he really came through for me.

We hadn't spoken in two weeks, and I owed him a call--so in a slightly inebriated state with some encouragement from Rosie and Special K, I dialed those old digits in my new phone.

Chad was polite and charming as always...he came over. We hung out. The girls met him and I know when they come over later tonight they will sing his praises.
He's really smart and social--the kinda guy you can take places without having to baby-sit--and kind.

Personal disclosure: It wasn't my shining moment when I got a bit "ill"--three bottles of wine is toooo much for two girls! Rosie passed out on the couch. Chad doesn't drink--at all--part of the write-off, I suppose. But he was totally cool about it and uber-understanding. no faces, no grimaces, just "Are you sure you're ok?"

This morning, he was delighted by the snow, being a Santa Cruzer, this is big for him. We had Sunday brunch at The Barking Dog Cafe, UES staple, sharing a large, back booth with a family. He made faces at their kid--saying the boy reminded him of himself at that age. He held my hand under the table, fed me a strip of bacon off his plate, and suggested my chocolate milkshake was just aching give me a brain-freeze. It was nice.

We came back--he watched football and I blogged. It was comfortable.
He helped me find a USB 2.0 port add-on online. He started to fix my broken drawers, but decided it best to take on the project next time.
He just left.

He's easy-going....he doesn't need maintaining...he's faith realized. There are guys out there, I guess this affirms that--if nothing else. There's no "will he call me", "does he like me", "what does this mean"--no pressure.

"He's just a boy and I'm just a girl...haven't you heard, how we rock each others world!"