blast from the past.

Did you ever meet a guy, years after you turned him down, out with his girlfriend, and wonder "Wow, even he has someone to love and to be loved by - and you have no one. What is wrong with you?"

Happens to me all the time. Tonight, in fact.

Makes me wonder if maybe I *am* too picky.

Having said that, my pseudo-quasi-temporary boyfriend Adam made me chocolate chip cookies. I'll take what I can get. And what I get on a daily basis isn't half bad, let me tell you. *makes suggestive eyebrows*