Comments and Seduction

I have to tell you that I absolutely love reading the comments–but I never quite know whether to respond to them or not! Sometimes I don’t notice that they’re there for a few days and I think about responding–then I think–how will they know the response is there? Isn’t this kind of like talking to myself?

So I hesitate. But I shouldn’t hesitate. I’ll probably respond to comments on your blogs though–just so I don’t feel like I’m talking to myself.

As for Spencer and the whole “friend” thing–we are! It’s great! I’ve discovered in my old age that I’m really good at being friends with guys. I become neurotic and insecure when things start to go anywhere else. Do I need help? Probably. Am I completely happy with things just the way they are right now? Absolutely. I get the feeling that Spencer would suck at being more than friends anyway–and then I would have to break his heart–and then I would lose a great friend.

Someday a guy will come along who demands more from me than just friendship, and I will muddle through being in a relationship. And I will completely suck at it–as I have my whole life–but he’ll know that and he’ll have the patience to put up with me in that state. And then all will be well. And Spencer and I will still be friends–because I won’t be torturing him–I’ll be torturing the poor sap who decided that it was a good idea to have a relationship with a neurotic twit like me!

In the meantime–in an effort to feel as though I’m moving towards a more permanent relationship–I am trying to become more seductive and mysterious. I’m getting really good at it. All the men want me. I’m having a hard time fighting them off. Seriously. Wow! Life is so hard when you’re as seductive and mysterious as me.

Okay. That was a lie.

But someday soon it won’t be a lie! (Perhaps before I’m 40.) I’m practicing my cheshire grin.

Here–take a look at my new seductive smile: Oh wait–it’s at the top of the blog. Anyway–that’s my new look. You like? (It isn’t my friend Susan Heyward at all–it’s really me!)

Well, it’s me taking the picture anyway. I wish it was me. But I figure if I can take a picture like that–than I can totally become a seductive woman.