...Talk about the boy from New York City...

Well, the guy I met last Sunday and I spent the week and weekend together. He is a laid-off flight attendant for Northwest Airlines (not the flamboyant kind) who moved here from Brooklyn last summer. Then NWA laid him off -- how typical of them.

Anyway, let's call him Angelo, shall we (since he's from Brooklyn and 100% Italian)??

He has a 4-bdrm house in a suburb called Eagan. I spent every night there for the past week. His best friend, Bobby, moved here from Brooklyn too. They are a riot. Everyone they talk in front of is like, "Are you from New York?? Why did you move here??!" Yep, they've got the Brooklyn accents. Bobby even refers to the Mall of America as the "Maul of Americas!" They wanted to live in the suburbs after spending their whole lives in Brooklyn. They love it. Angelo is still amazed when he wakes up to birds chirping, ducks quacking and geese flying overhead (he lives by a pond) instead of horns honking, Spanish music, shouting, etc., like he was used to in Brooklyn. He jumped in fright the other day when he saw a rabbit out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was a rat.

Anyway, he's good looking, well-built, works out, funny, nice, smart, affectionate and we get along very well. So far, so good anyway...

I have a suspicion that he's a little older than his Internet profile says, although we've never come right out and talked about it. His birthday is tomorrow, so I think that would be an appropriate time to tactfully say, "so, how old are you anyway?" He's in his 40s...which doesn't really bother me. I mean, I was kinda thinking I'd like to date someone in their 30s, but I've been in Minneapolis more than a year now and he's the first one I've met where there's a mutual connection, so that's the way it is, I guess. He looks, acts and dresses like he's in his 30s, and I like him, so that's what really matters, right?

Had a pretty quiet weekend, really. Went to his house Friday after work and the gym and got to meet the TWO cats he adopted that day - orange tabbies that are brothers. We named them Byron and Boris. We spent the evening having a few Captain Cokes and listening to his gigantic CD collection with favorites by Nancy Sinatra, Petula Clark, Helen Reddy, The Carpenters, Mamas & Papas, '70s One Hitters, etc. It was fun. On Saturday we met Danny at the Uptown Bar & Cafe and had a few beers for happy hour, then just went home and crashed. Lazy day yesterday. A relaxing weekend. The one sad part is that Boris ran away - either that or he found one hell of a good hiding spot. Poor thing.

So...that's about all that's up with me. It's moving pretty quickly. I'm already doing laundry at his house tonight...

You can just call us Mary and Rhoda, as I'm the native small town Minnesotan and he's the native Brooklynite - both living in Minneapolis. It's pretty coincidental since I'm a huge MTM Show fan. I think it's funny, anyway!!

We'll see...


sickening, i know...