Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Man, it’s dusty in here. But it’s not dusty because we’ve gone dark for almost a month, with nary a warning to telegraph the neglect. No, it’s because I willfully covered this place in the stuff–the finest figurative, whole-particulate dust, imported straight from Italy. We’re back now. For how long, who can say? We have our post tonight, though, and I’m glad for it.

Labeling myself an online dating “greenhorn,” back when I did, seems like a certifiable understatement, here at these crossroads. It would’ve been more appropriate to say I was in a larval stage in those early, heady June days, and only now I can I reasonably lay claim to the the mantle of novice. Off the mark as I may have been, I still intend to chronicle my experiences here. It’s like a record of progression, in a way. Or a black box, I suppose, if things ever go horribly awry.

Cheshire told me to follow my heart, in a sage bit of advice dispensed a few weeks ago, and it’s something I heed often. Hers wasn’t the only piece of advice, not by a longshot, with ideas and suggestions from damn near everybody. My place looks markedly different now. There is art on the walls. That’s “walls” plural, yes. And the dates? Group dates, double dates, dates that dragged, dates that were electric–it’s been a packed month. Some things I’ll tell you about! And some things I’m taking to the grave.