Where to begin, where to begin. That little comment I made about going to war? Yeah, just equate my love life and the inherent struggle to have one as a war. Friday was just one in a long line of battles or skirmishes. I purposely went to the restraunt early so I could have a drink. We were not supposed to meet until 6:30, I got there around 6:15 and ordered a Midori sour (very yummy, looks like Ecto-Cooler). Pete showed up around 10 minutes later. We sat and talked for a little bit at the bar while he caught his breath and I finished my drink. Then we moved to a table, ordered dinner and talked for the next two hours. Don't get me wrong, I had a nice time and there was some very good conversation...BUT...I just wasn't feeling it. Nothing. It was like hanging out with my godfather. Always a good time but that was it. I felt bad because I think he got the "not feeling it vibe" too. Sigh. We parted ways after the waitress glared at us for the umpteenth time and tapped her watch. Pete's a nice guy but if I'm not feeling it, then it isn't going to happen. That's just how I am. I need to get that fluttery feeling in my stomach, you know, the one where your heart jumps into your throat and your pulse just races at the thought of being near that person. I can count on one hand the number of guys who have had that affect on me (Ben Affleck isn't being counted as I get goose pimples everytime I see him). One ended up sleeping with one of my friends, one is in Kenya right now and the other is my best friend in the whole world. Sigh.

God I've been doing that a lot lately. Sighing that is. Definitely need to find a new outlet for my frustration, especially now that hockey is over for July. Jeez, I'm going to go into withdrawl this month. I already miss it. Mainly I miss my team mates though. Those girls rock. We have so much fun on the ice. Lol, only a hockey team of women would apologize for checking each other.

Better get working on my story. Hopefully my obit story will pan out for tomorrow. I have three in the works, but I don't think one is not going to go too far. That's fine. Some weeks I get so freaking busy I can't breathe, others I am so bloody bored I can't stand it. Next week I don't have to worry about it as my friends (o.k. just Leslie, Bob, Anne and I) are going away to Leslie's parent's cabin. There will be copious amounts of alcohol and lots of Elvis Uno to keep me preoccupied ( I think I just made up a new word).

Ciao babies.

P.S: L.L.Bean is having a big sale online. I purchased one of these in the Dark Teal color. I also bought a few t-shirts. What can I say, I'm a sucker for a good sale.