OU/Texas was this weekend and I discovered, while I was away, the following reason, among others, that I can't date: I can't do the game playing. I can't accept the idea that I can't just ask someone, "hey, are you remotely interested in dating?" however, I also can't just ASK someone that question, either. But apparently when I've had enough to drink, I CAN tell someone, 'I'm not looking to hook up or anything, just ...' and kiss them. The fact that I could do this was, of course, as much news to me as it was to them. And while I can feel myself turn a million shades of red, even while I type that out, I also have a shy little grin on my face too and a giggle right below the surface.

I am going to a halloween party in a couple of weeks - I have to find some way to tan between now and then b/c what I'm going to wear will show part of my stomach and I don't think anyone needs to be exposed to the degree of paleness that currently reflects. However, I'm not sure what one can do about that in two weeks.

What else? I don't know. My mind has been in Dallas this entire day leaving me with vague memories of dancing, a million contexts for the word 'naughty', victims of bizarre crimes, pool tables, casablanca and one very random kiss.

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