Libertine

Rice and beans and sauteed greens, that's what little girls are made of.

Well, this one anyway. Then of course, I had to have a second dinner a few hours later, which consisted of oatmeal and apples. Before you get on your aghast horse about the apparent healthyness of all that, know this:

a) I had a little dark chocolate, too. (Green & Black's 85%)

b) If you ever want to improve your eating habits, just become a serious (or even quasi-serious) athlete. You'll have no trouble at all, because your body will be constantly crying out for high-quality fuel, not junk.

It's been quite a week or two hereabouts. I have had bad days and good days, and bad hours and good hours. On the whole, I think things are fine.

A friend who's in a position to know remarked to me today that it was a neat trick of mine to only date men who are past masters in the art of mixed messages, since it helps ensure that I won't be trapped in a relationship that makes serious demands of me.

I laughed and laughed. Genius, ain't it?

And I instantly had an image of Thomas Crown raising a glass to his female toxic bachelor counterpart, Catherine Banning, saying, "Here's to the fear of being trapped." Oh yes, my darling, oh yes.

I rode brilliantly, smiling all the way, in bright sunshine and hefty headwind, and stopped and ate an apple (thank the gods it's apple season once again), and ran into two handsome fellows of my acquaintance (no wait, three), and generally enjoyed my beautiful bachelorhood. Sometimes it's fun to know what you're doing, under all that uncertainty.