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Posts today. In fact I'm feeling the overwhelming urge to write - lots. Not only am I still thinking about the novel (I never really stop thinking about the novel - even when I'm freaking out about random acts of blind dating) - but I've met at least two new people who are simply fascinating. Amazingly enough - they are fascinating not because of their physical atractiveness or their potential as lifelong mates (I don't think I believe in that anymore), but as people. Actual straight male people. How long does it really take to wake up and grow up and see the members of the opposite sex as other than either a collection of intoxicating, or annoying, traits?

I assuage my mortification with the fact that most women don't wake up at all. I've been through the heights of anxiety and the deeps of dissappointment in just three short days (drama queen much?) and have come out somewhat unscathed. I managed to acquire some really funky sugar and creamer sets (2 to be exact) and four dessert plates, along with assorted candy dishes, which, in true fashion, I am using as soapdishes and pen holders. I met a terribly interesting and fairly grumpy (to be fair, he was hung over in a very green way) writer/PR person this weekend. I also met a perishingly interesting and horribly attractive musician. And I'm not freaking out. Much.

Growing up sucks, most of the time, but then sometimes it helps you get the hell out of your confining cocoon.