Oh. Right. I keep forgetting since I'm ...umm, what was it...I know, EXACTLY 37 inside.

You know, maybe if you get 'em young, you kin raise 'em up right...
Oh blast. I'm off to meet that fella I was emaiing with for the first time.
Dragging my feet. Don't WANNA fuss and look nice.
Don't WANNA take any risks.
But I'm going and I'm sure we'll at least have a pleasant conversation and lunch.
I guess there's a backwards good thing about me being so NOT excited.
I think I've destroyed the inner fantasizing fool for good.
I will be alert I will be alert I will be alert
Hopefully we'll just have a nice time.
I'm sure we will. I do good at meetings, chatting.
Igghh. Cripes!

Off to put on "the outfit".
Can't go on a date in my sweatpants.
(But secretly, I'd rather.)
Hops