I cry through my skin.

 I'm supossed to go out with this guy tonight. His name is Ken, and he's 19. He and I hung out last night after one of my alters(Audrey tells me it was Danielle) dragged me up to see Thomas and Audrey's now boyfriend Aaron...Then this guy Ken showed up and we just started talking and he yelled at me....Then I yelled back because I'm stupid like that...But then something kind of clicked. I don't think I like him...Not like that at least, but I'm willing to give it a shot.  Geeze, I really am a Californian girl...Actually dating guys..Or I'm a whore. Whichever. He's calling me around 7 to tell me if he can get up here or not...And if he can't we're going to go out on Thursday. It's weird to think that I have an actual date...One that has no strings attachted...Just a date with a guy who apparantly likes me...Why is this concept so foreign to me? I'm not used to having someone like me before I like them. It's just...Wow.