Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

After spending the day with CoCo taking pictures in Griffith Park and getting a slight sunburn (yes even in March in LA, I can get a sunburn), I found myself home and in anticipation of seeing Ex-Factor


(Okay, at this point we need to rename him if he's being somehow reintroduced.  I haven't come up with something yet but I will.) 


He and I have exchanged text messages in the 3ish weeks he's been back, when will he deliver in the exclamation of  "I need to see you."  Well, upon our conversation Thursday, we had made tentative plans for Sunday night.  I touch base with him before leaving for Hollywood and he is all "Hell yeah" I'm in for seeing you tonight, and periodic updates throughout the day.  I call him when I get home and we make up some plans.  I'm meeting him at his apartment and then hitting up a bar to catch up over some drinks.


I'm not nervous...yet, perhaps I won't be cause I mean we're friends who just so happened to have dated about 5 years ago.  I couldn't help but ponder, how will this go?