February 22nd, 2010

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Christmas in February

I've often heard friends say that their children stole their brains - as in once they became parents, they lost a few IQ points, their memories went to hell, and/or they became generally ditzy. This sometimes seems to be the case where my sister is concerned. It is late February, and she JUST sent me a package with my Christmas gift in it. Better late than never, I suppose. I've lived in the same place for ten years. Yet still, almost every time she has to send me something, she asks me for my address (again). Well, over the weekend, I got an odd voicemail from my sister's husband. He thanked me for the knife set I'd sent for he and my sister (because not only did they not send my Christmas package until February, they didn't open the Christmas package I sent for them and their kids until February) and then told me that my sister had put the wrong house number on my package, and that it had been delivered to the wrong house. He got a call from the homeowner, and gave me the guy's number so that I could go pick it up.

I chuckled heartily, and gave the guy a call. He lives only about a block away, and offered to bring the package by, but I said I was on my way out anyways, and would stop by and pick it up. For some reason, I was expecting a dumpy guy of late middle age... I was surprised to find that the man who answered the door was a very affable and attractive guy about my age. I saw no wedding ring, and the glance at the living room I got from the door had a few indicators that it might indeed be a bachelor pad.

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Small world crosses country and years

I met a very nice gentleman on SexSite for dinner tonight, and quickly discovered we had quite the small world connection. He is an opera singer, and when I told him that I have a fair amount of training in that myself, he was impressed and intrigued to hear where I'd received my training. Over dinner, we discovered that he went to grad school for opera at the same university (some 6 hours from here) where I got my masters degree, at around the same time. It just so happens that my roommate while I was working on my masters was a friend from college who was currently studying opera at the same conservatory as my date, and my roommie and I sang together in a choir at the church across the street from the conservatory. I asked my date if he happened to know my roommate... and at the mention of his name, my date's eyes went wide. He not only knew my roommate, but they sang together in several operas, both in grad school and afterward at an opera company in New York City. He was thrilled to hear that I knew him, because it was like a seal of approval that I must be a good person worth knowing if I had ever counted such a great guy as a friend.

What a very very small world! A dozen years and a few hundred miles later after grad school, I go on a date with someone who, as it turns out, was friends and colleagues with my grad school roommate. Weird!

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Plan-making FAIL

I've been chatting with a guy from FreeVanilla lately, and he seemed nice enough, so I was perfectly willing to make plans to meet up for dinner. Those plans haven't worked out so well, and I've gotten fed up enough that I'm no longer willing to play his game anymore.

Let me explain.

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