I started this post right after I got back from Los Angeles, and only now do I have the time to finish it, such has been the state of my Trinabags making frenzy. But though slightly delayed, the sentiment is fully the same:)
I am severely jet lagged, I can't really hear out of one ear at the moment because airline travel and colds don't mix, and the rapid change in climate from east coast to west and back again has caused my eczema to rear its ugly head and take my right hand hostage. But to tell you the truth, I couldn't feel better. I just spent 5 days in Los Angeles with people who love me and I love them. These people are more commonly referred to as my family and include my Momma, sisters Haley and Corrie, and Haley's boyfriend Thomas.
The trip itself was a ton of fun; cut to scenes of my family and I on horseback, leisurely trotting along the hillsides and ravines of Griffith Park, the hazy LA sun high in the sky, and the city landscape sprawling out between the hills and valleys before us; cut from scenes of the park to Haley's kitchen and living room, where the scents of a meat eater's and vegetarian's dream thanksgiving meal cooked by a real CIA trained chef, waft between the good vibes of a happy family, completely content to share in the happiness that is being in the same room; cut again, to me being able to hug my mom and laugh with my sisters in real time without delays of telephones and inhuman instant messaging; and cut finally, to our bittersweet and somewhat tearful goodbyes as we all head toward our own 757 coach class flights, sad to be leaving one another, and yet so glad we had this time together.
Though I am not a particularly big fan of the American food-centric, stuff yourself until you feel as though you may burst, Thanksgiving concept, when it brings me to my family, and it makes me as happy as I am to have a family it hurts my heart to leave, I think I can tolerate a little bit of gorging. For how blessed I am, I have few words. Words could hardly do justice to this feeling in my chest, of a heart beating because it knows love, and for that, I could not wish or dream for a more complete life.
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Not so different after all
And this is a post I started a week before Thanksgiving. You think I have been busy or something.....
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Yeah, right.
This has long been an irksome phrase for me, mostly because I think it is a load of crap. Sure there are some differences between men and women, but on a core level, we are the same. No one wants to feel unloved and isolated. We all want to be important in some way, to another person, in a company, in a family. The idea that men and women are so far apart emotionally and intellectually that we require separate planets for our existence is frankly, absurd. Don't get me wrong, I know men and women are not carbon copies of each other, we process information differently, we sometimes communicate in ways the other doesn't understand, but where our biggest differences lie, so too lies our greatest asset, the ability to compliment one another.
This idea of separate spheres of life (hehe, get it, planet, sphere, ok, bad joke. moving on.)is particularly prevalent phenomenon in Christian circles. Men and women are constantly divided; men's breakfast, women's luncheon, separate bible study groups, separate retreats, separate sermons. And then people wonder why men and women don't understand one another! I am no relationship expert or anything, but it seems to me if you have spent your entire young adult life being told how different you are and had that message doubly reinforced by constant separation of the sexes, it seems reasonable that you would be a little bit unprepared for something as intimate as romance. So then to explain this seemingly huge rift, "doctors" write books about men and women being from separate planets, further reinforcing the idea that men and women are alien creatures.
Instead of focusing on how different we are, why not focus on how we are the same? Wouldn't that make our differences seem less insurmountable? Men, you have emotions too, go ahead show 'em, cry if you want. I won't call you a sissy. And you over there, the woman trying to make yourself smaller because strong assertive women will never land a man, SPEAK UP! God gave you a brain for more than just filling up your skull cavity. Focusing on differences only separates people. It's high time we start realising people are people are people, and more similar than we may want to admit. So when we don't understand one another, just ask. I think a lot of people would answer.
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Yeah, right.
This has long been an irksome phrase for me, mostly because I think it is a load of crap. Sure there are some differences between men and women, but on a core level, we are the same. No one wants to feel unloved and isolated. We all want to be important in some way, to another person, in a company, in a family. The idea that men and women are so far apart emotionally and intellectually that we require separate planets for our existence is frankly, absurd. Don't get me wrong, I know men and women are not carbon copies of each other, we process information differently, we sometimes communicate in ways the other doesn't understand, but where our biggest differences lie, so too lies our greatest asset, the ability to compliment one another.
This idea of separate spheres of life (hehe, get it, planet, sphere, ok, bad joke. moving on.)is particularly prevalent phenomenon in Christian circles. Men and women are constantly divided; men's breakfast, women's luncheon, separate bible study groups, separate retreats, separate sermons. And then people wonder why men and women don't understand one another! I am no relationship expert or anything, but it seems to me if you have spent your entire young adult life being told how different you are and had that message doubly reinforced by constant separation of the sexes, it seems reasonable that you would be a little bit unprepared for something as intimate as romance. So then to explain this seemingly huge rift, "doctors" write books about men and women being from separate planets, further reinforcing the idea that men and women are alien creatures.
Instead of focusing on how different we are, why not focus on how we are the same? Wouldn't that make our differences seem less insurmountable? Men, you have emotions too, go ahead show 'em, cry if you want. I won't call you a sissy. And you over there, the woman trying to make yourself smaller because strong assertive women will never land a man, SPEAK UP! God gave you a brain for more than just filling up your skull cavity. Focusing on differences only separates people. It's high time we start realising people are people are people, and more similar than we may want to admit. So when we don't understand one another, just ask. I think a lot of people would answer.
Monday, November 12, 2007
When geese fly.
Fall is in the air. It came a little late this year, creeping in with isolated days of frost, squeezed between the last warm rays of Indian Summer. But now leaves lay in thick heaping piles over the gardens in my neighbor's yard, where they will stay, protecting her annuals from jack frost's bite until spring thaw. Gloves are donned on each trip between house and car and my favorite hat now resides a top my head as I head into work each morning, leaving its telltale ridged line across my forehead.
Fall is magical for me, in a way no other season is. The smell of wood fire on the air, the crisp bite of a blustery day on my nose and cheeks leaving kisses of pink in place of summers fading freckles. I listen to Van Morrison singing of an October Moondance, and wait for the day when I will spin in someone's arms to that song.
Things become quieter in autumn, the muffled laughter of children seeps from under doorways and through warmly lit windows instead of in sunshine bursts of sprinkler induced screams. Bundled people softly make their way from here to there, the coldness not yet so harsh to keep them inside. And there are the geese.
I walked out my door Saturday morning to a chorus of Canadian flyers, their wings beating against the clear blue sky. My eyes found them 500 strong at least, and arranged in south-facing arrows. Cluster after pointed cluster pushed past the ridge of my house. I could hardly believe their numbers, and the calling sounds from one goose to the next, echoed off the houses and down my car-lined street. I must have stood there for a full five minutes, shivering in a t-shirt with my laundry bag slung over one shoulder. It was captivating. I watched until only the stragglers were left. As they too finally passed, their calls faded into the distance, and I walked around the corner to the laundry house, once again, marvelling at a beauty no human could create.
Fall is magical for me, in a way no other season is. The smell of wood fire on the air, the crisp bite of a blustery day on my nose and cheeks leaving kisses of pink in place of summers fading freckles. I listen to Van Morrison singing of an October Moondance, and wait for the day when I will spin in someone's arms to that song.
Things become quieter in autumn, the muffled laughter of children seeps from under doorways and through warmly lit windows instead of in sunshine bursts of sprinkler induced screams. Bundled people softly make their way from here to there, the coldness not yet so harsh to keep them inside. And there are the geese.
I walked out my door Saturday morning to a chorus of Canadian flyers, their wings beating against the clear blue sky. My eyes found them 500 strong at least, and arranged in south-facing arrows. Cluster after pointed cluster pushed past the ridge of my house. I could hardly believe their numbers, and the calling sounds from one goose to the next, echoed off the houses and down my car-lined street. I must have stood there for a full five minutes, shivering in a t-shirt with my laundry bag slung over one shoulder. It was captivating. I watched until only the stragglers were left. As they too finally passed, their calls faded into the distance, and I walked around the corner to the laundry house, once again, marvelling at a beauty no human could create.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Things I Found
As my earlier posts demonstrate, there has been a little more action than usual in my romantic arena. Though all of that is very exciting, and I am thrilled not to be wallowing in my singleness, I found something I didn't realize I had, and it has impacted me far more greatly than any first date could have. I discovered I have a cheering section. And it is packed with fans. There are times in life when people rally around you, supporting you, encouraging you, uplifting your heart, this was one of those times. I had so many people cheering me on, shouting "You GO Girl!" I hardly knew what to do with myself, such was the joy and love I felt. Who knew so many cared? Because I don't know what else to say but thank you, and the feeling is mutual, "Thank you, the feeling is mutual." You guys rock my socks off :)
Update
Because it is in high demand, an update!
SO, we met for coffee. The sky did not fall, I did not make a fool of myself (well, I don't think I did anyway, you'd better ask him for a real account) and the conversation was pretty good. I am not going to lie, I was not blown away with attraction- my knees did not immediately fail to support my upper body, but he was nice, reasonably attractive, and well spoken. Plus, he paid for my tea :).
Overall, I think the night went pretty well. I was a nervous wreck heading into the date. My roommate's younger sister, who has down syndrome, was over for the night so it was a good distraction to hang out with them for a while, discussing the modern marvel that is Hannah Montana. The cool night air on my cheeks as I walked downtown also helped, I was feeling over heated. He was already inside the coffee shop when I got there, and we exchanged a half hug of sorts. That is the odd thing about internet dating. You go into first meetings with more information about the other person than you usually start off with, which can give you a false sense of understanding. Luckily, the half hug seemed the appropriate greeting at the time.
He looked different than I expected. But then again, I was going off a few pictures I saw of him about a month ago, so I had time to turn him into god's gift to women (aka, god's "it's about time so he better be fricken hot" gift to Trina). He was indeed tall, but less superman, more long and lanky. As I said though, reasonably attractive. We got our beverages, and found a table with only mildly uncomfortable conversation along the way. Once we sat down, we found conversation came without too much trouble. The topics were not all that personal. We talked about a range of subjects as they came up, a bit about our families, about our jobs, oddly enough about the sub-prime real estate dilemma (I know, that sounds beyond lame... "so Trina, what did you talk about on your date?!" "Home foreclosure", totally lame). Despite that one questionable topic, however the conversation flowed well.
We stayed about an hour and half, and had things to say to each other just about the whole time, therefore making my fear of running out of topics an unfounded concern. Based on how things went, I will certainly go out with him again if he's interested. Since meeting on Friday, we have spoken briefly via instant messenger. He initiated the conversation, so I am fairly certain I did not appear a marsh creature, and we discussed meeting again, but no plans have been set. I asked him to coffee, so it's his turn to come up with a plan. And that my friends is the update. If anything more exciting happens, I will be sure to inform my loyal readers :)
Now I will leave you with some comical advice I received from my family before this momentous event;
Corrie (younger sister): Hey, even if you don't like him, he's good practice. Just pretend you're talking to me, but you know, with out me being your sister, and without you wanting to make out with me. Ok, don't pretend you're talking to me. Just be yourself.
Haley (older sister): Don't get pregnant.
hahahaha.
SO, we met for coffee. The sky did not fall, I did not make a fool of myself (well, I don't think I did anyway, you'd better ask him for a real account) and the conversation was pretty good. I am not going to lie, I was not blown away with attraction- my knees did not immediately fail to support my upper body, but he was nice, reasonably attractive, and well spoken. Plus, he paid for my tea :).
Overall, I think the night went pretty well. I was a nervous wreck heading into the date. My roommate's younger sister, who has down syndrome, was over for the night so it was a good distraction to hang out with them for a while, discussing the modern marvel that is Hannah Montana. The cool night air on my cheeks as I walked downtown also helped, I was feeling over heated. He was already inside the coffee shop when I got there, and we exchanged a half hug of sorts. That is the odd thing about internet dating. You go into first meetings with more information about the other person than you usually start off with, which can give you a false sense of understanding. Luckily, the half hug seemed the appropriate greeting at the time.
He looked different than I expected. But then again, I was going off a few pictures I saw of him about a month ago, so I had time to turn him into god's gift to women (aka, god's "it's about time so he better be fricken hot" gift to Trina). He was indeed tall, but less superman, more long and lanky. As I said though, reasonably attractive. We got our beverages, and found a table with only mildly uncomfortable conversation along the way. Once we sat down, we found conversation came without too much trouble. The topics were not all that personal. We talked about a range of subjects as they came up, a bit about our families, about our jobs, oddly enough about the sub-prime real estate dilemma (I know, that sounds beyond lame... "so Trina, what did you talk about on your date?!" "Home foreclosure", totally lame). Despite that one questionable topic, however the conversation flowed well.
We stayed about an hour and half, and had things to say to each other just about the whole time, therefore making my fear of running out of topics an unfounded concern. Based on how things went, I will certainly go out with him again if he's interested. Since meeting on Friday, we have spoken briefly via instant messenger. He initiated the conversation, so I am fairly certain I did not appear a marsh creature, and we discussed meeting again, but no plans have been set. I asked him to coffee, so it's his turn to come up with a plan. And that my friends is the update. If anything more exciting happens, I will be sure to inform my loyal readers :)
Now I will leave you with some comical advice I received from my family before this momentous event;
Corrie (younger sister): Hey, even if you don't like him, he's good practice. Just pretend you're talking to me, but you know, with out me being your sister, and without you wanting to make out with me. Ok, don't pretend you're talking to me. Just be yourself.
Haley (older sister): Don't get pregnant.
hahahaha.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
A little excitement!
So I maybe, kinda, sorta have a date tomorrow. I mentioned in an earlier post that I recently reentered the land of online dating and as it happens, I have been talking to this guy from match.com for a couple of weeks now via instant messenger. Based on our conversations, he seems an engaging and interesting person that I have quite a bit in common with. Though we have tried to connect a couple of times on the phone, we haven't been able to accomplish anything more than voice mails on either end. Personally, I am glad for this. I hate talking on the phone. But the absence of a phone conversation does put a little more pressure on the first face to face meeting, which it's looking as though may happen tomorrow. I am nervous about this on a number of levels.
1. What if we exhausted the topics usually covered in first dates via our online conversations? This could lead to some awkward bumbling on both our parts to find appropriate things to talk about.
2. What if I am not what he was expecting, and he is disappointed.
3. What if he is not what I was expecting and I am disappointed.
4. What if he is what I was expecting, and I find that I like him, and then proceed to sound like an idiot because I have never been very good at talking to men I am interested in.
5. What if things go great, we have lots to talk about, and the end of the meeting comes, and then what, handshake? Hug? Kiss? There are no rules for first time meetings of online couples...
6. What if he is a creep and I have to make a fast get-away.
This list could go on and on, but I won't bore you with my insecurities. Long story short, I am both nervous and excited about my maybe date. I am trying very hard to take it one step at a time and not freak out by reminding myself that I have on many occasions, managed my way through socially stressful situations without coming across as a crazy person, and that I myself, am an engaging and intelligent human being capable of carrying on conversations with people I have never met. The fact that he is 6'4" (swoon), cute (more swooning), and interested in me (this never happens), certainly adds a level of anxiety to the mix, but all I can do at this point is meet the guy, and see where is goes.
So tomorrow, if he calls like he said he would, if we meet for coffee as discussed, and I go on my first match.com maybe sorta date, I will try to be myself, and converse like a normal human being. I can't say I will play fairly, however. I intend to wear my hair down. :)
1. What if we exhausted the topics usually covered in first dates via our online conversations? This could lead to some awkward bumbling on both our parts to find appropriate things to talk about.
2. What if I am not what he was expecting, and he is disappointed.
3. What if he is not what I was expecting and I am disappointed.
4. What if he is what I was expecting, and I find that I like him, and then proceed to sound like an idiot because I have never been very good at talking to men I am interested in.
5. What if things go great, we have lots to talk about, and the end of the meeting comes, and then what, handshake? Hug? Kiss? There are no rules for first time meetings of online couples...
6. What if he is a creep and I have to make a fast get-away.
This list could go on and on, but I won't bore you with my insecurities. Long story short, I am both nervous and excited about my maybe date. I am trying very hard to take it one step at a time and not freak out by reminding myself that I have on many occasions, managed my way through socially stressful situations without coming across as a crazy person, and that I myself, am an engaging and intelligent human being capable of carrying on conversations with people I have never met. The fact that he is 6'4" (swoon), cute (more swooning), and interested in me (this never happens), certainly adds a level of anxiety to the mix, but all I can do at this point is meet the guy, and see where is goes.
So tomorrow, if he calls like he said he would, if we meet for coffee as discussed, and I go on my first match.com maybe sorta date, I will try to be myself, and converse like a normal human being. I can't say I will play fairly, however. I intend to wear my hair down. :)
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Simple Things
I am coming to the realization that joy in life is not a complicated venture. It doesn't require elaborate schemes and plans. Sometimes the simplest of activities can be all you need to realize happiness is all around you.
A case and point example:
Today I had a meeting with my Little from Big Brothers, Big Sisters, Jesyka. Usually I have some sort of plan for when we meet, maybe a hike or setting up a fish tank. Just something we can do together that doesn't cost a lot of money that an 10 year old would enjoy. Today however, I did not have an activity planned. I had friends in town for the weekend and didn't really have time to brainstorm. But I figured we would find something to do for a couple of hours. So I picked her up, and we hit the road.
At first we took a walk along the Hudson, taking turns to see how far we could throw sticks into the slowly flowing river. After a little while, we both became bored of that and headed back to the car.
We ended up at my old elementary school. It brought back a flood of memories; the feeling of wind on my face as I flew through the air on swings, straining and reaching my toes as far as they could stretch to touch the branches of the enormous pine trees, dangling from monkey bars, running across the kickball field. My childhood was so tangible I could almost hear the playground screams and feel the sharp contact of a red rubber ball on my LA Lights sneakers. For one whole hour, I forgot that I was an adult and did just what the rush of childhood inhibition beckoned. I ran from one piece of playground equipment to next because running is more fun than walking, when Jes and I played bank with an imaginary drive up window, I used all the different accents and dialects I could come up with, and made noises of buttons beeping, money counting, change drawers closing. We took turns being teller and customer and quit only when it got too dark to continue. For one hour, I was a kid again. And as we walked back to the car, happy and smiling with cold-kissed pink cheeks, Jes turned to me and asked, "Can we play again next week?"
Absolutely.
A case and point example:
Today I had a meeting with my Little from Big Brothers, Big Sisters, Jesyka. Usually I have some sort of plan for when we meet, maybe a hike or setting up a fish tank. Just something we can do together that doesn't cost a lot of money that an 10 year old would enjoy. Today however, I did not have an activity planned. I had friends in town for the weekend and didn't really have time to brainstorm. But I figured we would find something to do for a couple of hours. So I picked her up, and we hit the road.
At first we took a walk along the Hudson, taking turns to see how far we could throw sticks into the slowly flowing river. After a little while, we both became bored of that and headed back to the car.
We ended up at my old elementary school. It brought back a flood of memories; the feeling of wind on my face as I flew through the air on swings, straining and reaching my toes as far as they could stretch to touch the branches of the enormous pine trees, dangling from monkey bars, running across the kickball field. My childhood was so tangible I could almost hear the playground screams and feel the sharp contact of a red rubber ball on my LA Lights sneakers. For one whole hour, I forgot that I was an adult and did just what the rush of childhood inhibition beckoned. I ran from one piece of playground equipment to next because running is more fun than walking, when Jes and I played bank with an imaginary drive up window, I used all the different accents and dialects I could come up with, and made noises of buttons beeping, money counting, change drawers closing. We took turns being teller and customer and quit only when it got too dark to continue. For one hour, I was a kid again. And as we walked back to the car, happy and smiling with cold-kissed pink cheeks, Jes turned to me and asked, "Can we play again next week?"
Absolutely.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Catch Up!
I am alive. I did not vanish into a black hole. I did not move to Siberia. I know I have been woefully remiss in posting of late, but I am going to remedy that right now.
So, where to begin. How about with how busy I have been lately. I recently changed my work schedule from five days a week, to Monday-Thursday, with Fridays off for Trinabag ventures, a second job, or whatever else I can throw in there. You'd think having that extra day off would make my life more relaxing, that I would be able to enjoy three days of "do what I please" freedom. In fact, I am busier now than I was before.
Part of the reason is that Trinabags has had some BIG developments lately and so bag making/designing has gone into high gear. I got a fantastic contact at a high end department store in NYC (which will remain nameless for fear of jinxing it) about a month ago and now I am trying to get my ducks in a row so I can use this fabulous contact to pitch my bags. What this means is a new website, a designer bag line, and production, production, production. As a rookie entrepreneur, I know very little about making a pitch to any store, let alone a department store. But one thing I do know is that I have to look the part. So I have been working really hard on a couple of new high end bags. They look pretty cool, but they take FOREVER to make and have been sucking my time away a la the suction cup "Machine" from The Princess Bride.
The excitement over where Trinabags is headed however, is far outweighing the fatigue of the new workload. I have visions of business success dancing like gumdrops through my head, and the possibility of Trinabags actually going somewhere beyond my sewing table is like drinking a few cups of high-test coffee and keeps me going into the night.
As far as the website goes, I have a new friend who is pretty swell, and she has agreed to accept bags as payment for designing my website. Good deal, right? :) This is not to say I am friends with her because she is a great web designer (which she is), but because she is in fact a kindred spirit who, in a short time has become a good friend. Any one who can travel to the camp of someone they hardly know, in Massachusetts, while suffering from a severe cold, only to stay in a house with no heat beyond the fireplace, is definitely someone worth knowing :) She is doing a great job on the site and I am so excited to see the final product. We are shooting for a live date at the end of the year, so get ready!
In other news, I have also reentered the world of Internet dating. Do not mistake this for paying for Internet dating. I am one of millions who "cleverly" includes contact information in my profile for people to find and respond to. My system is this, include my Instant Messenger screen name, and then "wink" at men whose profiles interest me. If they are smart enough to pass the "how do I get in touch with her" test, they are at least worthy of a conversation. I have talked to a couple of guys so far, and even though it is an odd concept, chatting like it is no big deal that I have never actually seen your face before, I have talked to some cool people. One in particular seems worth getting to know better. He has my phone number now and we have tried to touch base that way a few times, but keep having to leave messages. Hmmmm.... I would almost rather skip the phone step all together. I find talking on the phone very awkward. I have trouble talking to my sisters on the phone let alone some man I have never met before, and then I am supposed to engage in flirtatious conversation like it's no big deal. Eh, not so much. But I'll keep you posted on any new developments in that arena when and if things progress from keyboard to keyboard, to face to face. :)
Just as a quick aside, I am very glad that it feels like 10:30 AM right now, and that I am well rested from a full night's sleep, when in fact it is only 9:30 and I have a whole additional hour to use today. Ah, daylight savings time, it is a beautiful thing. Happy Sunday!
So, where to begin. How about with how busy I have been lately. I recently changed my work schedule from five days a week, to Monday-Thursday, with Fridays off for Trinabag ventures, a second job, or whatever else I can throw in there. You'd think having that extra day off would make my life more relaxing, that I would be able to enjoy three days of "do what I please" freedom. In fact, I am busier now than I was before.
Part of the reason is that Trinabags has had some BIG developments lately and so bag making/designing has gone into high gear. I got a fantastic contact at a high end department store in NYC (which will remain nameless for fear of jinxing it) about a month ago and now I am trying to get my ducks in a row so I can use this fabulous contact to pitch my bags. What this means is a new website, a designer bag line, and production, production, production. As a rookie entrepreneur, I know very little about making a pitch to any store, let alone a department store. But one thing I do know is that I have to look the part. So I have been working really hard on a couple of new high end bags. They look pretty cool, but they take FOREVER to make and have been sucking my time away a la the suction cup "Machine" from The Princess Bride.
The excitement over where Trinabags is headed however, is far outweighing the fatigue of the new workload. I have visions of business success dancing like gumdrops through my head, and the possibility of Trinabags actually going somewhere beyond my sewing table is like drinking a few cups of high-test coffee and keeps me going into the night.
As far as the website goes, I have a new friend who is pretty swell, and she has agreed to accept bags as payment for designing my website. Good deal, right? :) This is not to say I am friends with her because she is a great web designer (which she is), but because she is in fact a kindred spirit who, in a short time has become a good friend. Any one who can travel to the camp of someone they hardly know, in Massachusetts, while suffering from a severe cold, only to stay in a house with no heat beyond the fireplace, is definitely someone worth knowing :) She is doing a great job on the site and I am so excited to see the final product. We are shooting for a live date at the end of the year, so get ready!
In other news, I have also reentered the world of Internet dating. Do not mistake this for paying for Internet dating. I am one of millions who "cleverly" includes contact information in my profile for people to find and respond to. My system is this, include my Instant Messenger screen name, and then "wink" at men whose profiles interest me. If they are smart enough to pass the "how do I get in touch with her" test, they are at least worthy of a conversation. I have talked to a couple of guys so far, and even though it is an odd concept, chatting like it is no big deal that I have never actually seen your face before, I have talked to some cool people. One in particular seems worth getting to know better. He has my phone number now and we have tried to touch base that way a few times, but keep having to leave messages. Hmmmm.... I would almost rather skip the phone step all together. I find talking on the phone very awkward. I have trouble talking to my sisters on the phone let alone some man I have never met before, and then I am supposed to engage in flirtatious conversation like it's no big deal. Eh, not so much. But I'll keep you posted on any new developments in that arena when and if things progress from keyboard to keyboard, to face to face. :)
Just as a quick aside, I am very glad that it feels like 10:30 AM right now, and that I am well rested from a full night's sleep, when in fact it is only 9:30 and I have a whole additional hour to use today. Ah, daylight savings time, it is a beautiful thing. Happy Sunday!
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