I'm in this for the ice cream.

So I went on said date tonight. It was fine. I left early. The guy was nice but I ran out of conversation and just felt tired. It was clear after the first two hours that, despite all good intentions, it wasn't going to work.

Love. I would be so fantastic to meet someone with whom the converation is effotless and who I desire, like, and want to know more about at the same time. I've had that twice. It took me awhile to realize how lucky I am.

So onward, dating game. I'm fine. I don't actually want to settle down right now and frankly I'm too busy and quite happy. My mother was nearly 38 whedn she had me, so biologically, I have time.

There seems to be something in my nature, though, that just lives on the edge of the next relationship. I'm always looking. I can't help it.

And leaving early tonight. . .well, he'll get over it. Probably by tomorrow morning.

I hope true love hits me like a ton of bricks.