Into the Clear Blue Sky

And suddenly there is clarity, and a measure of peace. I realize what the blonde's email meant, and it's not bad at all - just a sort of message in a bottle to say, "I do like you, but I don't feel like I have the time and energy to get involved with you. But I wish you well." Not a bad thing.

And I emailed the date from last week, and almost immediately got a response that was - well, clear. He wasn't interested, despite having invited me to come sleep with him. The not-interested part doesn't bug me. The fact that he would have slept with me anyway pisses me off. Boys are stupid. Okay, some boys are stupid.

I am glad to be able to cross him off my list, though. And boy am I glad I said no.

And now, well, new year's eve awaits.

It's one of my favorite times of year, fraught though it often is with high expectations unfulfilled. I don't think this year will disappoint, however. We have a good plan. We have the right sort of champagne. We have fun things to do later. And I may fly some paper airplanes with my plans for the year off a bridge into one of the rivers.

I like my dress. I like my friends. I am generally happy with myself. Alles gutes, nicht wahr?

Happy 2008, my darlings.

PS. Two of my bloglines subscribers have mentioned that they're not getting updates about new Girlwich posts. I assume something funky happened when we had to rebuild the site - resubscribing may take care of it. (I hope!)