Breakfast at Tiffany's; Lunch at Jo's

(written yesterday, sorry...no time to post!)

Sorry folks, this is, unfortunately, not a sordid story about a bisexual's fine dining experiences. I have a lunch date today. Strange, but true. I've never seen even a picture of this person but we've played a bit of phone tag and we actually spoke last night. (LOL & OMG. Am I still in 7th grade or WHAT?!?!) I decided to try a different kind of dating service -- since I loathe ALL of the internet's hook up services -- probably because in the rare event that I've actually gotten excited about someone I've met via the WWW, and have actually agreed to meet him for a date, I've always been truly meh over the dude and have been checking my watch every five seconds while not so secretly planning my escape route. (I don't actually own a watch. Sorry. I lied about that. I check the time on my cell phone.) Where was I? Oh, yeah, OK, this new service is apparently targeted to more "mature" people like myself. They spin it positively by saying it's targeting professionals. But ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh whatthehell; I want to meet people that don't work where I work (I will never again shit where I eat)...and the ya-ya's and yo-yo's I normally hang out with are very unlikely to introduce me to someone who would actually be good for me.

Of course, just as with the internet, I'm not pinning all my hopes and dreams on this lunch date. I'm way too cynical for that.

(ok now it's actually Wednesday)

So my date. It was actually really good! I enjoyed the conversation and he wasn't a total freak. How refreshing! There are other (at least seemingly) normal people who are 40ish, have never been married and don't have kids. (Yet.) Hmmmm....after living so close to Stepford for almost 5 years, I was beginning to wonder if there was even one other person on the planet like me.

Anywayz...we'll see what happens.

I had a whole brilliant post in mind when I started this one yesterday. Of course I can't remember any of it now.