Don't worry mom, I'm not dating him...

Last week, I went to see Mel Gibson's Passion. It was a good movie (my opinion), however the guy with whom I went (a coworker) thought it was a date -- treated it like a date -- while I did not. Weirdness. Check this: after the movie was over (we were both on nights last week and watched a matinee on our days off), we stood outside the theatre chatting with his son (age 23) and his girlfriend.... my coworker said to me... "Is that really the colour of your eyes, or are you wearing colour contacts?" Um... I whipped off my eye-glasses and said "What do you think?" LOL. ROTFL. ROTLMAO. Mom got a real kick out of it.

Today at church, a complete stranger came up to me and started making small-talk. I guess I should be starting to expect that although I appear as a single woman (took the ol' diamond off, as it symbolized a committment that is dead to me), and available at that... that I don't feel real comfy with all of the extra attention. The guy was a part of the band, and looked the part. So chatting about coffee (they serve Starbucks!) was a little obvious. But it gave me a grin. Guess thankfulness for the attention should be the attitude of choice... it's just so hard to remember that some people really put themselves out there to get your attention -- at this point, I'm standing back, taking it all in, and feeling flattered. [blushing] Boys like me.

[singing] I must take a trip to California, and leave my poor sweetheart alone...
Okay, I'm leaving no one alone. It's the 2nd verse to "How much is that Doggy in the Window"... ain't-cha all enlightened-like now? Yah. 13 days until the big trip. On the list to meet for the first time, is a gentleman who boasts knowing me for 4 years, a former client, and someone who's given me timeless and great advice over that period of time. Next, is the dude who, along with my friend and mentor with whom I will be reaquainted, were responsible for the text and pictures of my favourite textbook of all time.


I hate Radio
It's true. Been downloading my share of 50 free songs tonight, from Emusic (click to get your 50 free too)... and listening to the radio, of all things. I've heard one of the same songs, three damn times since I sat down. Can you imagine the kinds of schmucks who listen to what the radio station wants them to hear, without exploring on their own? 's a shame... a damn cryin' shame.