I like him -- no I don't -- yes I do. . .

Okay, maybe I like him. But then why do I keep picking him to pieces? Why do we fall for someone and then feel some need to disect them -- in an effort to find what's wrong because there must be something wrong?

I've met this great guy. He's tall, dark, handsome, sexy, respectful, delightful, delicious, smart, funny, successful, etc. And just when I'm happy thinking all this wonderful stuff about him, my brain does this thing -- it's thinks of something -- the one thing -- that's wrong. And it focuses in on it like a laser. And then it tries to find more. Even though I logically know that all humans are flawed and I, myself, am not perfect, why must I pick apart this beautiful man? Why do we do this?

It's getting annoying. Why can't I just revel in his wonderfulness and be happy? Am I crazy or is this just part of the process of dating?

What? Where? Huh?

Yeah, so it's been a little while since I last posted. I've been happily living life -- not all happy mind you . . . but I've been living my life, and from my vantage point, that's pretty happy no matter what's going on.

Before I left from whence I came, my therapist told me that no matter where I moved, my baggage would always find me, eventually. Well, it certainly has! Not in the obvious ways I thought -- but in the sly subtle ways that only life can utilize. With humour and a dash of irony. Who can live without irony?

Anyhow, I'm trying to figure out what I am going to say on this thing -- I thought I would say a lot, but privacy concerns have really taken hold and now I just don't know.

I thought there would be more typical LA stuff, but I just don't live around all of that - no loss! I would really hate to quote OC girls or Nicole Ritchie-isms as a hobby!

Anyhow, if anyone is still checking to see if I'm alive -- I am and at some point I will figure out what I can say. I guess I'm just too skiddish right now.