Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful

but the fire is so delightful.

The monthly party I work was on Friday instead of Saturday this month. It took some getting used to, and I was dressed like a 1950s divorcee. That said, it was pretty grand.

And in passing I said to some cowboy-looking gentleman:

You're really handsome.

Because Nina told me she knew a woman who met her husband that very same way. I am not certain my intent was the same, but I realized recently that I talk enough shit about people needing to make things happen that I gotta put my money where my mouth is.

Fully invested I am, in this particular lifetime. Talk like Yoda I do, because it's that sacred to me.

Ha.

As a result I have made myself calling cards. They are more like business cards because they are TMI, but still. A lady needs to leave her mark if she wants to be taken seriously.





Yet and still. My dreamy and tall square-jawed Prince Charming dashed away into the night. I didn't even get the chance to offer him a calling card. I put myself out there and was rejected. I lost one.

One of many, I am sure. But more will be gotten and lost and/or one will be gotten and kept before all is said and done. There will be flurries. There will be storms. There will be silent moments, too.

At all times I promise you that I will put my bid in. Solid.

And since there's no place to go?



Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Bonsoir.