HUNGRY FOR MORE

LIBRA HOROSCOPE (from astrology.com): You're a little moony over something or someone from long ago, but it's interfering with your life in the here and now. It's a good time to walk away from the past, or part of it, for good.

Laura’s Log:
Totally don’t get today’s horoscope. True, I’m absolutely over the moon over long pined, but previously unattainable Gabriel and last night’s date was…magical. Walk away?! Are you insane?!

Had to catch “An Education” at 6:45 as it’s near the end of its run and wasn’t showing later. Good flick. Wish it had more action sequences with loud sound effects near the end to cover up my growling stomach. Gabriel noticed and chuckled. I half expected the other seven people in the theatre to yell “Shh!” at me from ten rows back.

“Should’ve had popcorn,” Gabriel kidded as we finally exited. I’m not diet obsessed but everyone knows movie popcorn (which MUST be soaked in butter syrup) has deleterious effects not found in Orville Redenbacher’s SmartPop! brand. Didn’t want to start the preggers bump before dinner.

Worth the wait. Gabriel. Dinner. The long goodnight.

Okay, main course before dessert. I don’t know why I don’t go to Bin 941 more often. The wild coho salmon was exquisite (a million steps up from movie popcorn!), especially with the to-die-for Indian curry potato cake. We shared a subtly flavored bottle of cabernet and I was feeling a little tipsy as Gabriel walked me back to my car.

“I can’t drive,” I confessed.

I knew things were going well—not just in my head, but in his too—when he flashed a mischievous grin and replied, “Well, then you’ll just have to come up to my place for awhile.”

Oh, my god! We kissed on the street, me leaning against my car as pedestrians passed by. I’m not much for scandalous public displays of affection—at least not when they don’t involve me. Have to admit the spectators only made things more exciting. After four years of lusting over him, I didn’t hold back. I groped him on the elevator ride up and, well, the elevator wasn’t the only thing going up.

How long had it been since I last had sex? I can admit it now. April…2008. Thank god I broke the looming two-year marker. Smashed it actually.

Another date with Gabriel? He already called at 7:30 this morning. Dinner again tonight. Is it too much too fast?

Let me repeat: April, 2008.

KEN’S JOURNAL (via iPhone):
IT’S A DONE DEAL. MARTY’S GOT THE CONDO LISTING & EVERYTHING SHLD BE UP ON MLS BY TOMORROW. OPEN HOUSE SAT. HE FIGURES I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET COMPLETION BY MAY 1.

OF COURSE, THAT PUTS ME IN A PANIC. WHERE TO NEXT? FRANKLY, I LIKE YALETOWN. DO I NEED TO LOOK ELSEWHERE TO COMPLETELY WASH AWAY EVERYTHING CLARA? HELL, I’D HAVE TO BE LOOKING IN ICELAND (& THINGS AIN’T LOOKING SO HOT THERE @ THE MOMENT). ALWAYS WANTED TO LIVE IN A LOFT. MAYBE THERE’S SOMETHING IN GASTOWN OR OFF MAIN.

THE TIME IS NOW TO CONSIDER NEW POSSIBILITIES.

P.S.—SHOUT OUT TO MIKAEL SAMUELSSON! HAT TRICK, BABY! HOW MANY TIMES CAN CANUCKS KEEP COMING BACK?!