"Although with your parade of lesbians, can you blame me for getting confused?"

I am in a much better mood today. In fact that flare up of blind rage was confined to only the 2 o'clock hour of yesterday afternoon. Life is nothing but kittens and daffodils today because . . .

I have a date after work. A second date. With Saturday Date Night Girl. (Note to self: come up with a better acronym than SNDG.) We shall feast on Indian food and then go see Little Miss Sunshine.

I should also mention that after a parade of responses to my ad, the email exchanges have dropped off. I am down to one person whom I am trying to muster the enthusiasm to respond after the conversation drifted far into the cerebral -- eg, the merit of Shakespeare. In her defense, she's currently in England acting as some sort of camp counselor and recently traveled to Stratford, but the conversation is no longer fun. I don't mind cerebral, but I like conversations to be fun and cerebral.

As for the others, the girl who met me a week ago for Trivia Night has disappeared into the ether. The chef (?) I was talking to has seemingly wandered off. The others never responded after the initial email exchange. Ho hum. At least I have the my mysterious blog reader to converse with.