Sounds like a good date, smonster, whatever you call it.

Im not sure anyone is good at dating- you just got to do you best at separating yourself from the other person, and what you want from what is . ha that sounds easy ( not)

actually the people that I know that were best at dating were te love at first sight people. they just went for it. but you need a match for it to be a ride.

Matt and I did not even know we were dating until someone else pointed it out. we had just been friends for so long we didn't really know. even though there were smoochies

I am jet lagged. I know because i used the word smoochies in public.

So the good news is that I finally found a decent Urgent Care clinic near me that got my sprained ankle xrayed and dealt with (and new rx for vicodin, yay sleep!) in less than an hour and with normal dr visit copay instead of insane ER visit thousands of dollars. The bad news? Urgent Care Doc insisted on crutches and keeping the weight off said ankle until I can see an orthapedist/podiatrist. Crutches suck. I have nasty bruises on the insides of my upper arms already after only a few hours :( And the worst is that it doesn't hurt to put weight on the foot and it doesn't hurt all that much to walk as long as there's no rotation of the ankle. Booo. And of course the podiatrist who has my prev hx files and who works w/in a cuple blocks of me is on vacation this week (sweet) and can't see me until Aug 22. Ironically, the day after my Gyn can *finally* see me for the, uh, skin condition. Good times. ION, apparently 5'2 is the cut-off point for crutches btwn childrens and adult sizes. Not to worry, tho, they are normal aluminum and not bright primary colors or something hideous.

Make sure the crutches are adjusted properly (the height labels are just guides -- make sure that, when you stand up straight, the crutches don't touch your armpits) and, to avoid the bruises, wrap the tops of the crutches in some small towels.

I just started on a new medicine that has to be taken 30 minutes before eating breakfast. Waking up and not eating for 30 minutes is driving me crazy. Want food!

I have food now. Multigrain hot cereal with almond milk, blueberries, cinnamon, and a little agave. Waiting half an hour before eating is tough.

I have never had to have crutches, thank god. I hope you won't be on them long.

ION, I am at amyth's, where I slept the sleep ofthe dead, after Calli greeted us with wine and cheese, and I blathered like a tired fool.

And wacky stories for later!

Precisely!!

Make sure the crutches are adjusted properly (the height labels are just guides -- make sure that, when you stand up straight, the crutches don't touch your armpits) and, to avoid the bruises, wrap the tops of the crutches in some small towels.

Wise advice. And, all kinds of quick healing ~ma to you!

School starts back up on Monday so this week I'm trying to adjust my sleep schedule. Forcing myself to get up earlier. I was up at 7:45 this morning. Yay! Of course next week, I'll have to be up at 5:15. Boo!

Quick healing~ma, erin.

I loathe dating. I use friends' parties to fish for new material and for first impressions about them, then asking friends in common if the fish in question is available, then getting a number. And then I say to the interested party, if interested, that they might as well treat it as a date, but I'm not gonna play along well with that - I'm just gonna meet and see if we can have fun together, that's all. Treat it as a date-date, and I'll spend the two hours with Sir David Attenborough's narration in my head. The ones who don't get it are usually the ones who insist on paying the bill (including mine), and the best they'll get from me at that point will be a "I wonder how you'll look with stabbing wounds from that knife on the table" looks from me. I really dislike those guys.

I still don't know how to make a move on strangers I see for the first time in a public location. Not that I was that great with it to begin with, but running Hollaback Israel makes lots of pick up lines get a new context, and for me to be very aware not to make moves on guys that spend the next hour commuting with me (the "fuck, I'm trapped and have to be nice" feeling).

The idea of being attracted to someone enough to want to make out with them without having had multiple conversations with them on multiple occasions is completely foreign to me.

Oh, I can have minor crushed on folks I just met. They are rare, and the main problem is that nagging need to have some sort of conversation. There are plenty, plenty of hot young dudes out there that would have made a fine making out material, and then they insisted on opening their mouths and speak, and then all attraction is gone, gone, out of the window. I can adore the handsome and braindead from afar, but I just can't bring myself to make out with them. Why do they insist on saying something that is more than vaguely acknowledge one's presence and skip to fun is beyond me, for stupidness is a mood killer for me.

I have been instantly attracted, but it seems like nobody has returned the favor yet. Shir, while I was reading that post, I pictured myself writing it in Hebrew(Which I couldn't...I don't know any. But my Spanish is fairly decent and still I don't think I could get on a Spanish-language board and be colloquial with native speakers like you do in English.)

Treat it as a date-date, and I'll spend the two hours with Sir David Attenborough's narration in my head.

On which note: it is now less than seventeen hours before I see Sir David Attenborough in person!

Huh. My iPhone recognises "Attenborough". Well done, thou good and faithful item of telephony.