Well, well. Guess who just got back into the game.
It's a month and a half til I can look at men in a romantic light again, and with the early, gorgeous California spring coming in like a wave of cologne, I'm taking it like a long-wave surfer...slow, easy and with ultimate panache. I've got a couple dates lined up this weekend, with strikingly similar young men. Skinny, Jewish, awkward, adorable...I can't really get into why I find the guys I do attractive. No one seems to particularly understand it, not even me, but I can only follow my heart.
I dropped my number to a very cute bartender today too...I mean, seriously, bartenders must get like a hundred numbers a night. But he liked Serenity and we bonded over it. He struck me as a young thing, but I'm young at heart so it usually works out.
Take note, America. It's about to get old-fashioned wild up in here. In fact, my friend Rebeccah is living my opposite life, taking on the deluge while I'm in my dearth, and we are discussing a year of vice-versa come May. Not sure if we can live through that, either of us, so we will see.
Later, America.
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