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So, uhm, I've met a girl. Go me. Well... I'd actually had several dates recently (hot new car == subconscious confidence?) after a rather all-too long dry spell (thank you CT), interspersed with marginal NYC successes (falling back on my "thing" for glasses), and a CT regression to bad places. Hot girls coming at me from all angles! But they all fizzled when the "Oh, btw I live a $20 hour long train ride away" part got old right quick. But now something about her just feels right, like hitting the $5,000 space on Wheel of Fortune after a bunch of crummy spins in a row. Wow lame analogy.

Oh, so get this.... we met in a bar, under the dim green glow of weak apple martinis. Hella-sketchy! But I have a warm fuzzy feeling about her... so on the outside I'm hopeful and inside, secretly, I'm psyched. If it's one thing I've learned now, it's to trust my warm fuzzies from the get-go. She's a prolific writer herself (doubtless her super-secret source of Scrabble ass-kicking ability), so maybe this will be the catalyst to spur me to blog again? "Beck, d00d, update your blog already! It's 2 years out of date!" Doubtful... my track record is crap; I prefer to communicate in person (photo gallery excepted)... but we'll see how well I do. I promise a valiant effort, at least. That good enuff to keep you checking back? --BMW