Last night, I saw that the lotto was up to 90 million. So, it's time for Bobby to play! The cashier told me the Pick Six was up to 28 million. He said, "You might as well play that too." I said, "90 million is enough for one night." He just kept pushing it on me, "Come on, you can't use 28 million?" I just played the 90 million. The drawing is Friday night, wish me luck. Every time the jackpot gets that high, I think I'm going to win. I always daydream about what I'd get; I daydream until I drive myself crazy. I'd get: a house, a car, a boat, a house for my brother, a custom made cat tree for my cats and last but not least, a solid gold toilet. Aren't you glad you caught today's diary? Tonight, I'm going to meet a friend of Paula's, her name is Marly. I asked Marly to write about our "relationship" up to this point, as we've never met. So, this is a new addition to BobBorden.com, I call it, "He said, She said". I know, very original.

HE SAID: (The part of "he" is really me, Bob.) I first heard of Marly about two months ago. Paula had told me she was going out with her friend Marly tonight. My first response, and I remember this as if it was yesterday, was, is she single? She was. And I immediately started harassing Paula to give me her e-mail address, so I could, you know, introduce myself. I was just excited about meeting a person that Paula spoke very highly of. Paula, on the other hand, didn't think it was such a great idea. I finally got her e-mail address. I swear; it took me over a week to get it. I think I wrote to her and introduced myself that day. It took her a while to respond. "A while" to me is more than a half-hour, ha ha. I finally got fed up and told Paula that when she sees her friend, tell her I don't care if I ever hear back from her! That was Bobby 2001 talking. I was using reverse psychology, I think. Anyway, she wrote back. It wasn't too long after and she found out that I have cats. Long story short, she won't go out with me because of my cats. She's allergic. AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! So, you'd think that would make me not want to go out with her. Wrong. I think we can work around the cats. I usually end every e-mail by asking her out, I know, smooth. So, I'm going to meet her for the first time tonight. I'm really looking forward to it! It's her birthday! I still can't believe she invited me, I'm going to make such a fool out of myself. The night will probably end with me, somewhere in NYC, yelling, "MARLY!!! MARLY!!!!!"

SHE SAID: (The part of "she" is really her, Marly.)I first heard about Bob when I was on the phone with Paula (of Paula's Notes, yes that's right). She said "My friend Bob says he doesn't care if you never email him!" to which I replied "Who's Bob?" Paula sent me to Bob's website so I could attempt to answer my own question. I went onto the site and was met by Bob's spinning head. A terrific first impression! "He's hysterical!" I wrote to Paula. I read on about Bob's stuff, Bob's FAQ's, and then I saw it... Bob's cats. Even though in Bob's FAQs it says he wants to meet a woman (and is straight), I can't date men with cats. It's a long story. I told this to Bob. I'm deathly allergic. I've tried it before. It doesn't work. Bob wants to meet anyway. He wants me to ignore the fact that I'll be sneezing when just standing near him (the dander is hiding everywhere, EVERYWHERE!!) I keep telling him it's not meant to be; yet he persists. I persist back. We email sometimes. It's fun. I thought it would be fun to meet as homeys, so on Thursday night Bob & Paula are coming to my drinks thing, and I'm looking forward to finally meeting Bob but worry he's going to hug me so hard I won't be able to breathe! But that's ok, I'll bring my inhaler.

I can't wait until tonight! I'm going to take 80 showers during the day so my cats aren't part of this experience. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I'm going to kickstart my diet. I've been doing OK but I can do much, much better. Due to regularly scheduled "maintenance" this will be the last Diary until Monday. I may have a mini Diary Friday on my message board but don't take my word for it. Have a great day and a lovely weekend.

Check back on Monday to find out how things went, the first time I met Marly.