It's been a whole year and 10 days of going steady with the Tall Guy. Still madly in love. Huh.

The librarian has attempted to friend me on facebook, with this note:  "I'm sorry I've been out of touch. I'm taking some time to myself but do not want to lose the friendship we established. -J ( Read more... )

I have two weeks off from work to stop and think. That last three or four months have been stressful, with work busier than ever, just as I'm contemplating next steps with career and maybe grad school, that SPC distraction (which was really about the dissonance between how I always assumed I'd think/feel/behave and how I really felt), and ( Read more... )

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So getting out of the house improves my mood.

Coffee was okay. I got more, so was overcaffeinated when I met what I think is #23. He's nice. Lunch and conversation were very pleasant. If he asks, I'd see him again. I did tell him about the BF spreadsheet. He didn't run screaming. 'Cause girls who do spreadsheets are cool.

I dropped in on my sister ( Read more... )

I'm getting restless. This can not end well.

Well, I guess it could end with a repainted bathroom, but the middle part is a big mess.

So last winter & spring, I was feeling pretty good, and I knew it wouldn't last. My friends have all gotten busy and distracted, so instead of feeling that breathless "they like me!" I'm back to normal. Meh.

I've ( Read more... )

Dear online dating suitor:

Do not, in the course of an otherwise fine if rambley message to me, reference my left nipple. No, not the right one either. Geez. No wonder you're single.

Asshat.

#21, the English teacher who's going through a divorce, hasn't contacted me much, after the intense summer of emails and the push to meet. We had four or five dates, I guess. I'm not really sure what to do with this one. There were several compatible, companionable bits, mostly around writing, reading, cooking, curiosity about the world, politics ( Read more... )

#22 is a vegetarian starving artist. Twice divorced. Sweet. Quiet. Cute. Sigh. He wants to get together again.

I assume he's sweet. His online picture has a very disarming, sweet smile. He's polite.

First dates are awkward. I hear my voice going into formal chirpy mode and I HATE it. I guess I could pretend I'm talking to my sister, but most guys ( Read more... )