Thursday, September 1, 2011

Juggling Again

The stars must be aligned in a certain way, because I am on fire right now. A second surge, my friends. Half way mark comin' right at us.

Le Lycee may not be my husband, but there was easy conversation, he was sick, I was tired, so perhaps we should maybe see each other again. At least that's what I'm telling myself since he's inquiring about it. We're trying to coordinate a lunch date (lame but safe) for the weekend. I know you're excited.

I have a new frontrunner. Introducing Heathrow. Obviously, he's from London Town. He's my age, has a job, lives nearby, and has an accent. I love foreign men. Not the creepy older kind. The sexy, educated, can-teach-me-a-thing-or-two kind. I get to learn new vocabulary words from their native lands, and it just doesn't get much hotter than that, ladies and gentlemen.

OMG Regulars. You're going to love this. Remember Max2? He's the one who ends all of his sentences with 1/2 a parenthetical) Well, this persistent snit contacted me to see if I had met anyone yet. I think this is ballsy and bold. He's way too young, but I have to meet him. If the guys you want to run back to you never do, you have to reward the ones that try. It's positive reinforcement.

So, that's that y'all.

2 comments:

  1. 'If the guys you want to run back to you never do, you have to reward the ones that try. It's positive reinforcement'--this is classic!

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