Nah. I like 36 more than 26. Granted, I wish I had the bod I did at 26, but I otherwise do not miss the insecurity, stupidity and general lack of "doneness" I had a decade ago. I needed to simmer for awhile to achieve my full flavor, and I think I'm just about right.
Meanwhile, the GGB has hit the motherlode in the Internet dating world. (And no, you cannot see my profile.) I discovered the secret is to hunt within your own species; that is, I went specifically looking for geeks. And they came looking for me. Note Exhibit A:
These arrived yesterday at my office from "R." Too early in the game to share with you all the gory details about R. Let's just say that he scored several points with the fleurs and with the angus filet mignon he fixed last night. And he got me installments III and IV of the Myst series. What a gent.
2 comments:
Angus Filed Mignon is right up there...although I'm more of a ribeye person. Never could make heads or tails of Myst though. Empire Earth is more my speed.
Well done on the fleurs.
And Happy Birthday.
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