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Talking 101


December 13, 2005 - 9:52 p.m.

Well, it's official. I do not appeal to airheaded women. True to form, barely two days after our date, I got the old "best of luck" email from the woman I met Saturday for dinner. In it, she said something to the effect of "she can't remember anything we talked about" and "she could barely get through dinner." Interesting that she said this, since she was completely incapable of conversation and I had to practically drag words out of her lest there be The Grand And Ponderous Silence. I think she was just unimpressed with me physically (women can be shallow, too) but doesn't have the social skills to cover and just enjoy the date.

I do that, but I almost always give people the benefit of the doubt.

So, onward.

It's getting extremely cold out there. Margaret has been eating the catfud I've left out for her, but sources of water will start freezing up. She'll be OK, but I wish she'd come inside again.

I also got to talk to Louisa again tonight. She's difficult to talk to on the phone, but for completely different reasons than the woman Saturday. I think Louisa may have some tendency toward ADD or ADHD. Long gaps in conversation, sudden changes of topics, words left hanging... distraction. She's quite good to talk to in person, but I think on the phone, she has only one sensory input and it's easier to be distracted by things going on in the room there with her.

We'll see. We're supposed to get together for a second official date Friday. Part of me is already looking ahead, past New Year's, and the possibility of going to meet Lucy. She just seems... good. And good matters.


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