The Big D

D is for Dating. Yikes.

I've jumped back into the pool, though into the shallow end (in more ways than one). I met someone for a drink last night, and am meeting another someone Saturday pm. I'm not looking for a relationship right now [well, maybe I am], just the opportunity to get out and mingle with people of the male persuasion. Oh, the horror!

It's not so bad. Gets me cleaned up and out of the house, and it's good to feel attractive again after that long slow rejection. It's definitely an investment of time, energy and makeup.

I'm guessing most of my readers are long past this silliness, and happy about it. Any encouraging words?