The Return

So, guess who emailed me today? 

Random!

Mr. J got back in touch with me to apologize for being a douche.

Apparently he left his phone at a Needs in Paradise and that's why he couldn't reach me on the night of. Dubious, maybe, but I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He's also apparently in some weird financial situation with his ex-common-law partner from Toronto, which is causing stress between him and his parents, who he now lives with. Can of worms? Warning signs? Most likely. But he's super cute, so again, I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

We plan to go to Starbucks, which I prefer to the Anchorage. (Mostly for the baristar* who looks like Michael Jang -- a kid from my undergrad school who I sort of had a manboy crush on.) I also like the massive amount of tea found in a Venti -- a size/lifestyle not available at the Anchorage. 

This guy owes me some serious wooing. Lets hope the woo ensues.