holy chro-moly!!

had a date a few nights ago. the first since last summer. thought i'd make an effort, put myself out there... i'm really not a good sport. or maybe i just don't like the sport of dating. i'm not a recreation-oriented person. i don't want a good-time buddy. i want a real partner. i want someone to read to me. draw me corny pictures. save newspaper articles for me to read. buy me an eclair or a bavarian cream. a best friend. i want a copy of myself!!! yes its narcissistic. at least i'll own it.

so after being in this town since july, i actually asked someone out. i got lured into the excitement of a real date. hung out twice, then immediately got sideclocked in an email!! well i tried.

i saw the fountain last night at the theater. if a movie can save your life, this is the one. after getting dumped by someone i had never even kissed, i was feeling a bit fragile. i got teary a couple times on the drive over, the early night was coming on fast. i knew i needed to hit the seat and get distracted before i lost the ability to walk through a crowd without tears streaming down my paling new england face.

hugh jackman couldn't have been a better pick. well, maybe i should say nobody could have played this role better. and no computer imagery to enhance the visuals. all organic. so glad i caught this one on the big screen.