Dating...

is something I'm throwing myself into, really for the 1st time ever! Putting myself out there & as I read in Cosmo (I was super bored that day), acting like a lady by not refusing a single invitation. Except of course from guys that look like they auditioned to be on Jersey Shore or the ones that have earlobes stretched wide enough that I can put my fist thru them. While I have an affinity for tattoos on a man, those kind of piercings... not so much. Also, I like to laugh. A lot. I also like hearing other people laugh, except when it's a la Arnold Horshack. If you're not familiar, google it & then tell me if you could listen to that for more than an hour. If you can, great, I know someone you just got to meet. Another thing I will absolutely not stand for is even the slightest bit of homophobia. Some of the best gay jokes I've heard were told to me by gay men, but when a straight guy spews 20 in the 1st hour of our meeting, well, then we have a problem. 

I guess those are what you'd call my "dating deal breakers," right? & I know there will be times when not counting the above mentioned, it's just not there. Like yesterday, I liked the guy's dog more than the guy, & as anyone will tell you, I'm more of a wee little kitten kind of girl...

I would...

is one of my favorite Jane's Addiction songs, but as usual, I digress. It isn't about music today, it's about how I would do anything for my mother aka Mama.

Like so many out there, it's hard for me to put into words (even though I know so many, haha) the total affinity I feel for my mama. It's also difficult to describe what I felt this morning when she told me she was going to the doctor to get a biopsy on a lump she found in her breast, not to mention the news upon her return that there were actually 2 lumps & whether they turn out to be cancer or not, she'll have to get her breast removed. Yeah. It's a good thing I had just finished some serious exercising right when she got back. My sweaty fingers can easily type this, but my adrenaline-filled brain can't really process it all yet. I hate to think about what will happen when it can.

Or maybe I'm just in shock.

My First Crush...

was on Jesus Christ. Now I don't mean some people's Lord & Savior, but I speak, errr type, of the man who portrayed him on the stage & screen versions of Jesus Christ Superstar. It could've been dancing along to the soundtrack album, which I still have by the way, in the summer heat (air conditioning was a true luxury back then) that sent my little 4 year old heart into pitter-patters, but 29 years later, men with longish hair, facial scruff & high cheekbones still have the ability to make me a little weak in the knees.

I want...

one. Badly. Like yesterday.

Libertine...

is defined as a free thinker, a person who is unrestrained by convention.

It's one of my favorite words.