Reporting Back

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So my coffee date with the OKCupid person went well. She was nice and we made each other laugh. I doubt I will see her again, but I am okay with these things simply being about practice.

Meanwhile, I am four chapters into my new novel. In theory it should answer the eternal question, “Why do fools fall in love?” with the wrong people, over and over again. (Also, probably “Why do birds sing so gay?” although I am pretty sure we already know the answer to that one.)

This Week: My Half-Gay Agenda

  1. Coffee. Every day. On Monday, fireworks like glitter in the sky.
  2. But tomorrow, a coffee date. With a goil. Oy veh. How exciting!
  3. I am about ten pages in to my newest novel, about the search for the perfect butch. Wish me luck. Send me ideas. Send me warnings. (You could send me money too, but I have enough good sense to know how unlikely that is.)
  4. There was something else. Rainbow-colored boas were NOT involved. I think.