All numbers and no mystery?

[bipolarcurious]

I got about three hours of sleep and drank entirely too much wine. I reunited with a friend from way-back-when I was 16 and spent a week in Washington on one of those "send your high school student to some hardcore-sounding program for a little while to tart up their college apps" called Presidential Classroom. Anyway, so about that friend...it's a

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[gwynarina]

"A friend from way-back-when I was 16 and spent a week in Washington on one of those "send your high school student to some hardcore-sounding program for a little while to tart up their college apps" (this one was called Presidential Classroom) and I were reunited"

That may be the one and only totally awkward sentence I have ever known you to write.

Also, your P&B reflections are very interesting. My problem is that I keep catching myself unconsciously "molding" my opinions of men around their opinions of ME (or so I think).

For instance, there was once a Guy Named X, and we were just friends and that was fine, but then he started sending odd romantic/sexual signals, and I got intrigued, and then I built it up in my head until I thought Guy Named X and I ought to get married right away, but then I confronted him about said signals and he said no, he still thought of us as friends, and my ideas of marriage went "poof!" with no broken heart in sight.

Now shouldn't I know myself better than that?

It seems that I'm much too old to be acting the way I am, while you're much too young to be acting the way you are. Hmm.

[bipolarcurious]

I tried fucking around with that sentence a little bit just now but it's still rather, uh, classic rambling Jocelyn...hmm, Catherine *always* went nuts on me about how much I liked including in one sentence, like on every single paper I ever wrote for her. Sigh. Catherine...

*Interesting* conclusion there, Grasshopper. Hmmmmmmm indeed.

[gwynarina]

...You are not the first to call me "Grasshopper." Interesting. I wonder what it is about me...

*stridulates*