Nobody could take rehearsal seriously today. After the concert we're sort of in decompression now, and nobody wants to think ahead to what we're doing next. So, we sat around Maureen's this afternoon and talked about things. Jenny insisted on trying to "help me" write a personal ad. I appreciate her enthusiasm, but I am pretty sure that whatever ad came from such a collaboration would be much more likely to find someone Jenny would like.
Part of the problem with looking for something is that you have to, in most cases, know what you are looking for. You can't depend on just serendipity to bring the world in all its self-evidence to your door. That sort of happened with the car, with Fargo, and a few other things, but if there's someone I want to spend some time with in my life, I think the first thing I should spend time on is some careful thinking about just what I want... and what I don't want!
I don't want guys who live with their parents, who lie, who play around, or who assume I'm stupid. I don't want anyone who can't keep their own life under control. I don't want anyone with a big dog. I don't want "sensitivity" when it morphs into "indecision and helplessness." I don't want smokers, chewers, or hairy backs.
It seems like that list should be longer. Maybe tomorrow I'll think about the "do" list and see what comes of it.
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