Like Starting Over

J is finally back in town after a couple of weeks in Central America. We have a date tonight and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm all nervous. Having one date, then waiting two weeks for the next date, it's almost like starting at the first date all over again. What will we talk about? Will he find me interesting? Will I find him interesting? Is he as cute as I remember him to be?

I really like J, despite his morbid fascination with Tragic B and her Epic Quest for One Last Love. (I really ought to trademark that.) He's cute (if my memory serves me correctly) and witty, and seems so far to be a fairly normal guy (again, morbid fascination aside).

I mean, aren't we all kind of weird? Those of you who know me, even a little bit, know that I have my own idiosyncracies. For example:

• I prefer to use a certain set of towels for my shower. To the extent that I might put off showering if those towels are in the dryer, even though I have several other completely acceptable sets of towels to use.
• I am an early riser, but so not a morning person.
• I love Rice-A-Roni. It's the San Francisco Treat.

Anyway, I spoke with J this morning, and apparently he has not heard from Tragic B in a while. Hopefully we'll have a good time tonight and once he gets a second look at Healthy So Not Tragic (not even close) Moo, Tragic B will be but a distant memory.