Jeff and I have been chatting on POF for a few nights, quite hilariously, via msn messenger - Being hilarious as I can type 98 w.p.m. and Jeff is not "quite there" so I get 3 lines then he replies... So my replies are hilarious...

After a few nights of chatting online, I said that Friday night would be awesome for us to meet.

Dinner was decided, originally at a restaurant (chosen by me) that in our wanderings thru gastown it no longer exists (yeah proof positive I get out lots HAH). So off we wander to my stand-by Old Spaghetti Factory...

Well in person, I will give Jeff that he **IS** the best looking male that I have ever met. That his photo does not give him justice for many reasons. In person? He laughs allot and talks just as much as me. Yes I talk just as much, in person, as I can type.

So dinner was great fun. Talking about anything and everything that popped into our heads. While I am introducing Jeff to my favorite drinks. Which Jeff is slim, and is basically a non-drinker, 2 margarettas, one spanish coffee later, he was quite fun.

I kept on teasing him and enjoying such a very good looking man's company, and oh! In person? My first "reading" of Jeff -

I met Jeff at the Waterfront Skytrain station, as currently I do not have my car insured, due to 2 reasons; wanting to lose weight - hence peddling my ass literally around town on my bicycle instead and 2, lack of funds. BLAH.

I get off of the Skytrain, wander to where we were to meet - right in front of the Starbuck's in the station - and there he was... I immediately liked how he was dressed - Tiiiiiight jeans, black jacket with tons of zippers, black tshirt and hairrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr More than me. Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick hair.

But it was not his attire that attracted him to me, it was how he sat on a bench. He "filled" the bench. He sat in the far right (from me) corner of the bench, with his hips thrust forward, left leg crossed over right leg, arms wide open - one on left leg/bent, and other on the back of the bench and he was people watching. So I could watch him to my heart's delight.

Then he stood up and smiled at me, and walked towards me. He walked like a cat; very sleek and smooth. Much later in our conversation I would hear that he took karate lessons thru out his youth. Hence his litheness as he walks.

After the dinner, and sobering up **WICKED GRIN** we decided? Jeff decided? That he would give me a ride home. Great. Chit chat and home.

Hug goodnight and Jeff goes home.