Because I attend an exclusive, prestigious, private university for graduate school, I stumble along amongst long shadows stretching along the Serengeti marble halls. Rich, thin, shiny, pretty women meander past me by on their slender, Nordic, giraffean legs, and I am as a squat chimpanzee in their midst -- clever, amusing, far more able to use tools, yet not half as majestic. Sometimes, in classes, we interact. I feel as if I travel in Pigpen's cloud, for my nails are clipped and short, and tiny continents with chipping borders appear on each finger, instead of glossy, manicured, monochromatic squares. My hair, unfashionably frizzy, is self-cut and a few weeks overdue for a $7 color out of a Garnier box. My $12 shoes have about breathed their last, as I shift about the desk in my Wal-Mart pants. Still, maybe opposable thumbs and the ability to throw verbal poo at their mystification at crazy tables-full of statistics is worth being grotty. Sometimes. ----------------- I can't d...
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There was some fooling, but no actual screwing. There was a whole lot of kind of snuggly snoozing, which was weird, cause we'd never met before.
But what can I say, give me a bear and a cave and a grey blustery day and I fall to pieces.
So I'm trying not to have any expectations. But I still do. :)
And I'm still learning.... kind of a dating novice (silly at my age but had a couple of bad breakups and for a lot of years just didn't take any action on the topic). Not calm, collected or smooth in any way.... hehe.
Happy Birthday! WE are still young, my thirties have been my best yet. I'm 36 and today was the first time I didn't remember my age, I couldn't remember if I was 36 or 37, so that happens later on for you. ha. I enjoy your blog. Mine is www.juliepoolie.blogspot.com if you get super bored. I found yours b/c you like some of the same books I do.