It wasn't love or attraction, but/and it wasn't bad either. She was cute, sweet and maybe a bit young. But I didn't have a panic attack, despite spending the hour beforehand remembering all the people with whom I've previously been in relationships/dating-things. Heh... and after all that, a date was really more simple than I ever expected. Hell, I might even say it was honest and pleasant.

Overall, I think I'm actually proud of myself. Being brave again.

And just for the record, my record: although I enjoy loving folks, I'm still not sure I ever want to be with anyone again. Overall I feel I have too many tasks to accomplish to waste my time with romantic love. But maybe in the long run, I'm full of crap... who knows.

Grading papers tomorrow. And not blogging because it's not really a conversation and I'm starting to think paper is prettier.