Wild Wild West

This is a better post than the last one.

For the past week and a half, I have begun talking to my friend Brenna. Brenna is from somewhere in west Texas, but goes to a large university in central Texas. I met her when I was a senior in college, but didn't know her very well. We went to a foam party one night, and I found the new phenomenon (white women with ass) before Ludacris did. Even before I began to date Leslie, who I may add is also blessed with that feature.

Anyway, I never got to know her very well in college, but I knew enough to know she is a cool girl. So I have been talking to her about various stuff for a while. She is a great dancer, which I like because I have not met many women who dance very well. Good dancers are hot. White girls who are good dancers are hotter because you don't find many of them who aren't strippers.

My sexual/relationship psychology friend, let's call her Double D, says I may be trying to get into a relationship to get over Les. She's pretty right on about most of this stuff, and we agree on a lot, and I do think that she may be on to something. But hopefully I am not trying to replace my ex (though I will say I really have not ever met a girl like Les in my ENTIRE life, for reasons I do not care to explain here, but will openly share with anyone who wants to know). The verdict is still out on that one.

Brenna is accompanying me and two other friends in a trip to Las Vegas in August. Needless to say, I am excited. I really look forward to developing a good friendship with her and maybe more. If nothing happens, at least I have a good dance partner.