And Again

So, yesterday night Superman and I had date #3. His office party. Apparently, no one told him that office parties are serious dates to which you usually bring actual girlfriends, as opposed to cute girls with nice legs.

I was the cute girl with nice legs, by the way; I just want to make that clear. On Friday, I found myself an excellent trapeze dress that, when paired with my fun, red, patent leather shoes, really just showed my legs to their best advantage. Superman may have commented as soon as he saw me. :)

So, we went to his office party, where his coworkers are not only the people he works with but also some of his best friends-he's known one coworker for literally ten years. That was, um, interesting. Actually, his friends were really cool--I enjoyed hanging out with them. His boss danced with me for a while because her husband is apparently unwilling to make that sacrifice (really, people, Superman danced with me!), and another of his bosses attempted to introduce me to everyone twice (apparently, she thought I was charming ;).

Actually, it was a pretty good time--we were on one of those dinner cruise things, and we just chatted a lot, and I tried to pressure Superman into drinking (yes, that would be the Mormon girl). It was so exciting to see someone else be the target of that pressure! It was great.

Afterwards, of course, we came back to my place and had wild making out. I have a hickie. Thankfully, nobody put together that I went on a date on Monday and came into work with a scarf around my neck on Tuesday... Poor Superman had to wear a tie to work. Ha!