So last night I went to Mr. Tall’s for pizza and a movie. I was sort of excited for two reasons, because seeing someone’s place tells a lot about a person, and because hey, there would be making out.

He picked me up after work and we drove out to the sticks. His place wasn’t bad. It was a medium-sized apartment with an extra bedroom for his kids, Bears paraphernalia hanging on the walls, and some new furniture. It wasn’t super-duper clean, but I can’t say that I expect that from a busy bachelor.

We watched a short documentary about the Pixies and then settled in to watch Funny People, which was great, and eat pizza, which was also pretty great, and I enjoyed myself and felt pretty comfortable.

Afterward, there was much making out. Furious making out. Marathon making out. It was… hot.

He dropped me off at around midnight after walking me to my door and making out with me some more, and Lord, I was feeling it. I was practically ready to jump him right there in the driveway, on the hood of my mother’s car.

Anyway, I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, and my chin was gone.

Gone.

There was a giant, weeping sore where my chin used to be. I touched it and immediately screamed, it hurt so badly.

I applied a liberal coating of Neosporin, but Jesus God, it looks bad.

My mother woke up this morning, and I said, “Look.”

“What’s THAT?”

“He didn’t shave.”

“Oh, GREAT. I don’t want to hear this.”

Really, men. Have a heart. Shave your face. Some of us are thin-skinned and need your support.

I mean, I shaved my armpits and legs, damn it.

In other news, the move is in three days. Mostly everything is packed now except for the stuff we’re using, and I am very excited.

I’ve been showing the house to prospective tenants for the past couple of days. We put an ad on Craigslist, and the e-mail is pouring in.

For some reason, people are LOVING this house. I guess it’s sort of charming in that old-house way. It has built-in china cabinets, a laundry chute, a coal room, French doors for closets, little cubbies and cabinets for storage – all sorts of cute little features like that. I guess it’s working. So far we’ve had five serious prospects, including one very large Rastafarian dude.

I just hope that we pick the right person and don’t end up with some ghetto-fied person who is going to trash the hell out of the place.

In still other news, today we are getting cable and internet hooked up at the new place, so that’s where I’ll be today, sans internet for several hours. Oh, woe!

Happy Thursday.

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