I have a date tonight.

That is all.

(Well, OK, it actually isn't all.

This is a date with a 20-something man who winked at me on OKC on July 22. His self-summary was a poem about goal-setting and among the things he cannot live without is turmeric.

We got to exchanging e-mails a couple days later; he appealed to me in that he liked to cook curry, liked to run, liked to rock climb, and said, "I dunno about cynicism in general but if it's Boston induced - I can say that coming from Mumabi via NYC it's better to yell and curse rather than just go with the flow."

And we never got around to going for a Beer because he went to India for awhile, but he reappeared a couple weeks ago and I'm not otherwise occupied this weekend, so we're getting around to it. I thought perhaps it would just be a Beer and asked him to choose where we go. He responded with 5 (count 'em, 5) options ... ranging from a pub in Dorchester to the the MFA to a carnival in West Springfield to the Acton Jazz Cafe ...

This is some serious enthusiasm. A serious date. So much so that to expound any further on this enthusiastic date might jinx it.

So we've made the plan: a possibly pretentious (his words) place in Mission Hill for a cocktail, and then to Wally's Cafe on Mass Ave for jazz. Hopefully good jazz.

And that indeed is all, finally.)

Happy Friday.