I met a girl the other night, Wednesday night as a matter of fact. It was at Jill’s birthday party.

At first, I didn’t want to go, but I thought about me wanting to be social and about it’s been a while since I’ve met up with Jill, so I went. It was a good idea. I actually had a good time there.

The party was a small intimate crowd of friends of Jill’s.

There she was. Drew with a last name that I cannot pronounce or spell. She’s cute. Very cute. She looks like a brunette Kirsten Dunst. I know I don’t like Kirsten Dunst, but Drew puts Kirsten to shame.

We just talked sporadically throughout the night. Weaving in and out of conversation. Me joining others as she does the same, but then we would always come back.

I don’t know what it was so easy or why I enjoyed myself there that night. Maybe I was just being myself and trying to have a good time, trying to get into conversations and what not. Maybe it was just her.

I had fun.

I talked and talked with Drew. I made her laugh and she made me laugh.

I believe she’s going to New York over the weekend to meet a guy who likes to wear corduroy suits. From my understanding, he goes to Harvard and is getting his MD and his PhD. Very ambitious. I believe it is her friend that set them up.

Drew is Jill’s old friend from high school. She grew up I don’t know where, but somewhere close to Redlands.

I’ve also met other people there. Margo was cool. She was a cool hipster. We ended up talking about stuff, about Chinese and where I’m from and what not. I even told her about dad passing.

I don’t know. I’ve changed so much, especially with the whole social aspects of my life. It just comes so easy to me now. Sure, grant it I still don’t go out as much as I should, but I’m making an effort to go out.

Then there is Leina, Jill’s boss at her temping assignment. She’s all right. Very cool and laid back. She looks a lot like Chloe Sevigney. For some reason, I get the idea that she has a intense stare or eye connection, especially with me. It’s kind of unsettling. Not in a bad way, but in a mysterious way, as in ‘What is it you are looking at?’ kind of way.

Anywho, I had a lot to drink that night, but I did fine.

Again, Drew, she’s so cute. I actually touched her. I told Lisa about it and she called me cad. What does cad mean?

cad: n. An unprincipled, ungentlemanly man. [Short for caddie.] –cad