Divisions and Precisions

"But I'm not soliciting. I'd get arrested for that."

Life, I have to say, is very very good at the moment. Mom is on vacation this week, so we've been doing some basic errands and stuff like that, but it's been fun. Yesterday we finally did the last of the major apartment decorating that was left, by getting curtains for all three bedrooms, and getting new comforter and sheet sets for both beds. And last night and today is all about hanging up the last couple of pictures. I keep saying it, but I swear, I do need to get pictures of this place and put them up. It's gorgeous. Assuming of course, you keep in mind that no men live here--it's all very feminine. ;)

I was going to write all about the guy who was hitting on me outside of K-Mart last night, but it turned out he was just trying to sell me magazines. (Which is ironic--the subject of this post is a direct quote.) He was, however, exceptionally cute, funny, and clever--so much so that he damn near got me to part with $20 I really couldn't afford. Sample of the exchange:

Him: (apologizing for being pretty blunt in his flirting) Sorry, I'm just a walking ball of hormones.
Me: How old are you?
Him: 20.
Me: That's why you're a walking ball of hormones.

It was a very Sorkin-esque conversation with that rapid-fire, witty delivery. (Thereby disproving the notion that some folks have--not naming names--that nobody talks like that in real life!) I would have enjoyed it immensely more if there hadn't been an ulterior motive behind it. Then again, most of Sorkin's conversations seem to have ulterior motives behind them too...