Not much to report in the sexy realm these days...that I can write about anyway. I am meeting "Dave", a new guy for coffee tomorrow so that will be fun. Or something. I'm not sure he's my type but I'm bored and have some free time so whatever.
I've found myself confiding in strangers a lot lately, which is interesting to me because I always try to analyze myself and try to figure out why I do the things I do or feel the way I feel. Why is it easier and many times less frightening to tell your secrets to someone you don't even know than it is to share them with your closest friends? Maybe because you are less likely to give two shits about what a stranger may think of you after knowing the secrets? Hmmmmm.
The human brain is a many splendored thing...actually no, I think that was love or something.
I'll let you know how my coffee date goes tomorrow.