Sublimation

I may have a date on Sunday. The guy is totally not my type. Not that i have a type... Well, not ONE anyway.

But he sounds like fun, and we seem to have a few things in common. So what the hell. Don't judge a book by its cover, blah blah blah. That's right. Judge after you've opened it.

And i'm always a sucka for someone who says they like my smile. I caught his eye, he said.

Then of course phobia sank in this evening and i had to stop the hyperventilation with some plum wine.

Starting mid-day i mysteriously have not been able to get Gwen Stefani's "What You Waiting For" out of my head.

Take a chance you stupid ho

Yeah. Subtle. I know.