Yes. I do realize that Im a total retard when it comes to dating. I dont know what it is. It seems the older I get, the more naïve I get/act about the boys. Of course, deep down (or maybe not so deep down) I knew what would probably be expected from a 2:30 am visit by a member of the opposite sex. Especially when Im wearing low, low cut Juicy sweatpants and a lace-trimmed wife beater. Duh, Ginger. Thats not the way to get dates.
But maybe this is: got a phone call tonight from a total stranger. Long, confusing story, but hes a friend of a man who my friend Lovely Leah (in Dallas) sees occasionally when shes in L.A. The two guys met last year in Cuba of all places, and are actually on their way to Argentina and Chile for a two-week bicycle tour, but he called me from the airport just to introduce himself and chat for a while. It turns out that he and I live a mere four blocks from each other! I now have a blind date set for January 2nd.
At this point, Ill pretty much take em however I can get em! But I must admit that I am kind of excited about the whole thing. I realize that Im putting the cart waaaay before the horse, but Lovely L. and I have already talked a few times on the phone tonight. Apparently, there is a trip to Mexico in the works for February, and Lovely, Bob (her guy) and Aaron (blind date) are all going.
Suppose I should wait and see if we hit it off before making my reservations? Could be good incentive for Goal #3, eh? Ill stop now. I realize Im making an even bigger fool of myself with each word I write.
Meeting tomorrow in Chicago. I have an early flight. I should get some sleep.
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