How Romantic

I received an unprecedented email from a young man I assisted at work the other day. Apparently he thought I was "cute" and took note of my name as I was helping him, then searched for me on the Internet. (Obvious good reason to have a pen name, hey? It's not the first thing you want a guy to know about you.) How flattering is that?

Chronically romantic, I was quite tickled. What girl doesn't want someone to swoop in out of nowhere confessing their attraction, even if through the buffer of email? Especially when it's a girl who doesn't expect it.

But see, this is where my life takes yet another satirical turn. The things I was helping him with were related to his moving out of the country. Beyond all other possible deal breakers, this one has a rather hilarious finality to it. This is my life, ladies and gentlemen. The chuckles don't stop at the beard.

Refilled my prescription again tonight. This is bottle number three. I told myself I wasn't going to be looking for results until I had finished this bottle. Now I'm always checking. I'm curious, impatient, hopeful, despite my best efforts to stay realistic.