Skipping Stones

A night out on the town with Snow White tonight. Completely uncomplicated by men in any way. Untainted. Just some fun gal shopping, a little eatin' good in the neighborhood at the local Applebees for the triple chocolate meltdown, an item completely intended to ruin my latest diet fad.

And off to home where I had no calls, no messages, no proof of pursuit. That's it, I think the list has dwindled to little or nothing. It's cyclical. Time to let nature take it's course. Perhaps if I hadn't sabotaged Doctor and let him come see me tonight like he intended, I'd have had a larger chance. You see, the latest theory was to make the list larger so the chance of landing one good one would increase. Perhaps that's tempting fate and playing with the cards. Time to adopt another theory. Oh, and my other stroke of brilliance is to maintain that I'm not attempting to look good for anyone besides myself. For instance, if I shed the 20lbs and then he shows interest, it's superficial! If he's attracted to me now, then it's because of who I am, not what I need to look like, right? Well, at least it's a good attempt at self assurance. Bah.