Life is simply grand...

Another Saturday night has come and gone, and I, for one can not sufficiently express how amazing the power of women is. Having direct knowledge and/or seeing/knowing that you're loved and cherished and desired, in varying degrees from women (or men, as the case may be) is so very comforting. All the more so when it's people for whom you actually care, those you have a deeper connection with.

A short time prior to calling it a night, ended up seeing for the second time, a girl I'd met new year's weekend...acquaintances were reaffirmed, banter volleyed, and all the usual acoutrements of your standard boy/girl flirtations. We've all heard the random statistic thrown around that XX percentage of all human communication is nonverbal, and it's situations like these where this point is truly and unobstructedly illustrated. The tragic ending to these types of stories, at least in my experience, is the dreaded days/weeks/months (OK, "months" is probably a bad sign, if it should come to that) waiting for that first call and/or email, wondering how much of the perceived chemistry is attributable to alcohol, whether numbers/e-mail addresses were written clearly, deciphered correctly, body language misinterpreted, or any number of standard pratfalls of this type of situation. For now, things seem to have started out well, here's to hoping that one of us gets a call soon (best of luck, Jen) ;), and will be magnanimous enough to share the spoils of good fortune. (I'm not above the "I'd have done it for you, you know!" plan of action if things start to not look promising for me. ;)

Upon return home, was still pretty wired, so made a timely call to the UK to chat with the happily expectant new "mom"...talked and caught up for a good hour or so, always a joy to talk to Laura.

OK, ugh...more tomorrow...9am...I really neeed to get to bed...