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Much Ado About Doing Nothing

Gentle readers, it's been a while. I keep having these half-assed blog topic ideas, and then my brain succombs to turkey-induced torpor, or I get an overwhelming urge to take a nap, or I become engrossed in the Beauty and the Geek marathon, which, like Girls Next Door, fills me with equal parts revulsion and fascination. Since Wednesday I have also watched the first Big Love DVD, as well as some netflixed West Wing. Plus: an Italian movie, a French movie, the appalling 1980s Sandra Bullock movie Practical Magic, and the very lovely Prizewinner of Defiance, Ohio.

I also got a facial and a haircut. The facial included much tough love during the extraction phase, and repeated murmuring from the aesthetican about the deplorable state of my pores. So I bought a $30 enzyme mask that supposedly I'll be using twice a week. Since it's all natural, made from organic pineapple extract, you see.

On Sunday night, Mr. D (divorced guy) made me dinner. This was date #4 and by 10:34 p.m. no making out had occurred, and this state of affairs became unacceptable. I was about to give up and leave when he finally made a move and some bliss ensued. Tonight we are going to eat some more fancy food and then hopefully make out some more. I am trying very hard not overthink this, and to stop worrying about where this is going and what signals I am sending and whether things are moving too fast, and whether my reactions to the accumulating evidence of his exorbitantly fancy life makes me seem like a gold digger. I realize that most normal people date and make out for prolonged periods of time without all this fuss, and I wish I could be one of them.

Anyway. Break out your smallest violin because there are diver scallops pan seared with cauliflower purée, tarragon braised endive and cider glaze, in my immediate future.

Posted by Dori at 3:41 PM