"Friends
(Check)
Money
(Check)
A well slept opposite sex"
[John Mayer, "Something's Missing"]

I tidied and vacuumed my room, even dusting the closet door.

(See, my best friends don't even need to know the rest of the story, because that said it all. But they will of course continue reading, just like those of you who don't know what I'm talking about.)

I've decided that while I'm still not ready or in the position to have a serious relationship, that I would like to be able to go on the occassional date, or at least share my bed from time to time. Perhaps I'm just sick of spending all my time around men, or maybe I'm too thrilled at the thought of hot-sweaty-summer-sex which is a special kind of sex unto itself, and a kind I've not had in too long.

Either way, I've changed my online profiles, and changed my strategy somewhat. I'm going to aim for a slightly different kind of woman than I have in the past, simply because I'm looking for a slightly different kind of relationship than I've had in the past. I've begun all my typical "leave no T uncrossed" preparations. I've been making lists, sorting through music, and of course, the aforementioned cleaning has begun.

There's not much else to report, I just feel a little excited about this forward motion, so I thought I'd share it.

PS: I've almost laid that woman back down. I have cleared up the other details about that night. Soon enough, it'll be behind me.

PPS: If she'd not been attractive, it'd not have mattered, though I might not have been as adamant about it if I weren't interested for myself. If she'd been rude, it would have mattered. My respect doesn't rely on looks, but it doesn't rely on people being nice to others.