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A friend of mine ran the Boston Marathon on Monday. Because I couldn’t make it to the festivities, I was logged into a text alert system the Marathon had set up. He came in at 3:16:38 ! Good for him. So, while he spent the morning running his ass for sheer craziness, I spent it moving shit around my condo. At this moment, 5 hours since I started, it is worse than when I began. Hmm. Can’t quite figure that one out. I will chalk it up to being a Pisces with horrible organizational skills.

I did take a few breaks during the afternoon however. The dog and I shared some of my favorite raw trail mix… goji berries, mulberries, pistachios and cacao nibs. She likes the goji and mulberries. We listened to a Pandora station of Mogwai which is a band that came highly recommended by Frenchie. Then, I spoke to Type Geek around 3, we considered getting coffee but we were both far too involved in stuff today and taking a break for coffee wasn’t worth the break in our own personal chore fulfilling momentum. We rain checked for tomorrow. Frenchie and I emailed and briefly talked about trying to catch up with each other later in the week and someone whom I know very little about. He works on trains and likes metal. Hmmm. So a Heavy Metal Thomas the Train? Heavy Metal Choo-Choo is his new name. Ha! He and I don’t have much in common according to our profiles but he seems nice, so a coffee can’t hurt, right?

I talk a lot about getting coffee or tea on first dates. I have only gone to a movie once on a date and that was Brooklyn, on my birthday. I don’t do the dinner thing much either, sometimes it happens as a natural progression of the evening but I like to have the flexible outs if I need them. Not to mention, it’s a cheap and non-committal way to know if you can sit and talk with the other person for even a half hour, before being committed to waiting for an entrée to come out of a busy kitchen. What do other people do on first dates?

So, it’s been a lazy day, OH, but not without zero excitement… I received quite the thrilling photo via text message from my Internet Sex Pal in NYC. Sigh. He wants to Skype later… and after a text message like the one I received, unless a date suddenly presents itself, how could I possibly say no? Tune in tomorrow for all the juicy news on my Skype date. In the meantime, since I am leaving on an UP note, check out my new favorite, and totally inappropriate, website… www.awkwardboners.com The photo for today’s post comes from their site. It’s worth a look for some hearty laughs.

Off to the post office, a snack, some iced coffee (perhaps) and then back home for some more rearranging, cleaning, showering and primping before I get my private personal Skype show later. I hope everyone has a fun night planned.

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I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about the coming week. I had made a hair and a waxing appointment in hopes that I would hear from the hottie, but I had no dates in sight. Then, suddenly in the matter of a few hours I have 4 with the potential for another. All afternoon dates, which I find easier because you can escape them if they are going poorly. The Aussie vegan anarchist, an ex reformed Jew with mussed up hair, a dog loving asian gentleman and someone training for a marathon. The 4th potential is the Jewish Dad. I am not actively seeking Jewish men, I just happen to find them adorable and then find out they are Jewish. Is there something wrong with that? On top of all of this, I check my email to find that the hottie Peruvian is no longer possible McDouche, because he emailed to say Hello. Yay. I might just have a New Year’s Eve reason for that wax after all!

I did get my daily astrology.com love tarot and again it was that damn King of Pentacles. I get it, I do. So, present me universe with one thing that is viable and perhaps this blog will change its focus from dating many to dating one. However, until you provide a man who can handle me and be handled by me or a clear path back to women, stop taunting me with the King of Pentacles.

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