After J. was kind enough to jog my memory about exactly which hottie that I'd spent two hours talking to last Friday and gave my number to was calling, we arranged and had our first date yesterday. It was filled with sunshine and warmth, (surprisingly) detailed sharing about past losses and future hopes, tasty beer, great food, the incredible power of two beautiful bodies comingling (complete with a bat flying into the bedroom as J. was preparing to leave), and lots and lots and lots of Rolling Stones. Under my thumb? We're not quite sure about that -- but a pretty fucking great first date.
Listen, as we did, to the classic, or enjoy Mike Ness's punked-up version.
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After being blown away by an exhibit where a man took a polaroid of himself every day for ten years, I started thinking of other ways to mark the passage of time in a meaningful way for both the artist doing the marking and those taking note. I find a lot of meaning in music, and enjoy writing about my experiences, so I decided to start a blog in which I mark (many of) my days by choosing a song that captures the day in some way (and a link, whenever possible, so you can listen to the song too).
