For the record (on the outside chance I can laugh and point back to this moment someday), I recently met a man (no I’m not going to give you a bigger hint, link, or whatever–because I’m feeling particularly shy) who is really smart and sexy. I don’t think I made a particularly good first impression. I was so damn tongue-tied. It was really embarassing for me. My mind went blank every time I saw him, and I couldn’t come up with intelligent things to say. All my thoughts ran together…with lots of parenthetical comments (sort of like now). Damn. I hate it when that happens.

I wish I could get a do-over or turn in a revision. Yes, that would be nice.