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I think my theme for the new year will be Good Things Come to Those Who Believe They Deserve Them. To wit: I had what can only be described as a great date last night. I didn't have any big expectations for it. It was with a guy I'd met on the Interwebs. I'd talked to him briefly on the phone and ascertained that he was talkative, so I felt relatively certain it wouldn't be a lapsing-into-awkward-silences kind of scenario, but that was really all I knew.

He'd asked me to dinner, which is unusual for a first date, but also rather nice. We met at midnight, which is highly unusual for a dinner date, but suited both of us down to the ground (he keeps my hours, and then some, if you can believe it).

And then I got lucky. (Get your minds out of the gutter, girls; I don't mean that kind of getting lucky, though that might have been on offer had I been so inclined.) What I mean is, he was cuter in person than in pics, he had a nicer voice in person, he was much more interesting than I'd expected, and a bit geeky (which I like), and on the whole, the thing just went.

You know what I mean. A date can either require effort to keep it running, or it can locomote under its own power. This seemed to be one of the latter. On the way home I found myself giggling slightly under my breath in the cab, because I was tickled by it. (Also tickled to be coming home at 5 in the morning; that's fun in and of itself.)

It was all very civilized, and I said at one point to a friend the next day, "I don't know what I've done to deserve such bounty, but I'll take it." But then I realized exactly what I'd done - I believe that I deserve the bounty. I have managed to actually take that idea in, and sit on it like an egg till it matured, and now it inhabits my body, so that when I go out into the world, I am more likely to draw good things to me, all magnetlike. At least, that's my theory, and I'm stickin' to it.

In any case, I had a swell Friday night, thank you very much, and in celebration of all things good, here is a picture of the pink sheepskin booties Miz Fury gave me for Xmas. Aren't they too too groovy? Kitten thinks so, too.

PS. The fabulous and talented Boywich (my tech support department) has fixed the comments so that you don't have to register to get your 2 cents in.