No. No. I already accepted.

I'm so not of the smooth that I tend to say things like...'Oh, I'm so glad you called. I was actually trying to figure out how I could be in touch with you.

He said something like,"Okay. Well that's the hard part over for me."

M: "No. There should be no hard parts. Let's just have fun."

Then, we realized that we are both busy on the same days and chose Thursday evening. He offered to come to me, since I am Metro-based. I suggested Thai food in my neighborhood (we can walk). "I'd like to introduce you to the neighborhood." (He doesn't like spicy food, which could be a bad portend...it has been an unfortunate sign in the past...I tend to attract fellas with gastro problems. It's a thing.)

He's part of my Meetup group. He came to my house yesterday for an RPG set up meeting. I cooked. He met Bartleby. We scarsely spoke. But there was something. I know not what.

I'm pretty much too old forover the crazy pursuit stage of my life. So I wasnt' salivating or anything.

And...um...I really don't know much about him except that he has an interesting job...is kinda attractive...seems fairly normal.

Nope, but I was eyeballing that, too.

Also, I think I'm going to buy the Realness of Concealness kit.

Erin, wow. That's like...gifted. Wow.

Beej, I like my ex very much. Love him, in fact. It would be easier if I didn't.

M: "No. There should be no hard parts. Let's just have fun."

I'd make a comment here about hard parts and having fun, but hey. That's why we have Trudy.

Kristin, I would be happy for my giftedness to take some other form.

Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.

(Now I'm thinking of the potential drawbacks. Paper cuts are first on that list.)

Beej, I like my ex very much. Love him, in fact. It would be easier if I didn't.

I really get that. When I pleadingly asked why he was behaving so abominably during the divorce phase, he said...with more vehemence than perhaps anything he ever said in the 10 years we were together..."I just can't believe that two people who love each other so much can't be together."

He'll always be 'the love of my life.' I had hoped that our true care for each other would help us to cope better. I really didn't, on any level. It was the right thing to be apart...no question about that. Still, it was rough in particular ways beyond my vast imagination. Still, the right thing.

I'm sorry for the pain.

Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.

It'd probably see you grubbing around in the toilet on a far more regular basis.

And now I'm picturing a new laxative called "It's All About the Benjamins".

And some shorts with the writing all over the butt saying "The ATM of Hard Choices".

I bet work wishes I was this creative about investments.

I'd make a comment here about hard parts and having fun, but hey. That's why we have Trudy.

That is going to be the hardest part. heheheh...she said hardest part....

I've been in the NGA corner for the aforementioned, god help me, did I mention 3 years. I don't want to make a fool of myself with the first opportunity I might have to break the drought.

Can't believe I'm even thinking in those terms. I don't even KNOW this guy!

Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.

Damn! That's a skill I want to have. Is there a school for that?

I once knocked a plastic bottle off the back of the toilet when I was flushing the toilet. The plastic bottle got stuck in the toilet. After an unfortunate amound of groping around a toilet, I had to call a plumber. On the day I was having a party.

Kristin, I'm sorry. My divorce went much the same way, and it was painful.

And now I'm picturing a new laxative called "It's All About the Benjamins".

Hee.

It'd making providing the co-pay for the proctologist visits that much more exciting.

"Bend over and relax..."

"You have to enter the PIN first."