"Now something really good needs to happen to balance things out."
he was right. something really good happened. i skipped town, as i am prone to doing these days, and had one of the best weekends of mi vida with friends in sunny Baltimore. see, it's so sunny and oceany:
oh, and i met a guy.
before we all get excited, i should rain on my own mini-parade and tell you that it's not anything with real potential. he lives far away and blah blah blah. it was just one night of good, clean fun. but that's really not the point.
the point isn't that i met this cool guy and had a super fun night. the point is that cool guys exist, and they're out there just waiting to share a super fun night with you. and apparently they live in Baltimore. who knew? i mean... it's Baltimore.
at any rate, it's nice to be reminded that there's an entire sea of strangers out there, and some of them are smart and fun and good kissers. and eventually one of them will turn out to be more than a one-night-kinda-stand. as i think about my happily coupled friends, i'm reminded that most of them weren't matched up by some compatibility-test dating site. most of them met one slutty night involving sweaty dancing and tequila shots, and then they just couldn't get enough of one another. tale as old as time.
to this end, and with the encouragement of my good friend B, i've put an end to my year-long moratorium on going to Philly's dance clubs. a year was long enough. also, if there are so many hundreds of attractive dudes in Baltimore, there have to be at least a few in my own fair city. there's only one way to find out.
p.s. i hope something bad and embarrassing like that date with Squealer doesn't need to happen before each really good something happens. i think some really good things just need to keep happening. i think they will.