with no meetings on my calendar, today was the first productive day of the week. there's so much to do and such little time between here and next week, when we'll need all of this to be done.

i was working on the website again, happy to be back in a vim session.

animating some product screens. (difficult. tedious.)

writing and editing some copy.

life's fun when there are things to create.

after work, i met a m.?. (denoting that i do not know her last name) who goes to college at f.i.t. for dinner at elmo in chelsea. she is very pretty, but i suspect it is because she does her makeup and dress well.

i find out over dinner:

- she's a fashion girl

- wants to work at a cosmetics company, like l'oreal

- is studying marketing

- is an only child (in essence, with a brother a lifetime older than her)

- wants something serious

- has little to say, except for "okay," but not in a sarcastic way, it's just her habit to indicate she's listening to someone

we walked around chelsea and flatiron afterward, circling the same area for a while as she decided whether or not she wanted to go back to my apartment. i didn't force her hand, nor did i try to convince her, and after a few minutes sitting on a bench in madison square park, she had warmed up and wrapped her arms around me and asked if she could go home with me.

what else is there to do other than make out?

that's all i expected to do, really, but she wanted to have sex very badly. she pushed and pushed for that, and i avoided the question over and over. we did anyway, and it felt okay. i always wonder why i do it afterward.

she slept in my bed. we are the same age, yet she is so unsure of herself it feels like we are ten years apart. she knows it, too, and mentioned feeling such a way multiple times. for her, it's attractive, and for me, it's baffling. the male brain is too susceptible, and i've overcome those weaknesses about ten times fewer than i'd have liked to.