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[muckefuck]

I had a really lovely evening. After a dinner of baked ham with sage-cherry-port reduction, I welcomed Diego, Uncle Betty, Tuppers, and the rugby bear from work to a soirée with monshu on the back porch. We ate sweets from La Única, sipped exotic liqueurs, and ribbed each other endlessly, until the last of the visitors stepped into cabs in front of Touché and sped home, promising to rendezvous at Market Days tomorrow.

So why is it that all I can think of now is the hottie I haven't seen out since making a fool of myself for him back in February, who I watched from afar trying to work up the courage to approach again, until I looked up to find him gone and then spent the rest of the evening vainly and desperately scanning the crowd for.

Somebody slap me.

Comments

hold out your wrist....

[mollyc-q.livejournal.com]

take a deep cleansing breath....[virtual slap?, actually no I can't go through with it.]

I would only worry about you if you were not enjoying and clearly appreciating the happy in front of you.

Charismatic Eye candy? I think its how we know we are alive.