Sick.

Despite the fact that I’m not employed right now, I get remarkably little done around this small apartment. And to cap it all off, I am now sick, which only further impedes my productivity. I feel a vague sense of guilt about all the stuff I really ought to be doing.

A part of my problem is that I spend an undue amount of mental energy on dating. I’m 38 years old, but I’m trying to find my sealegs. I just never really enjoyed dating, and I think I need to develop a higher comfort level with it. I need to lighten up.

Towards that end, I went out last night, hauling along my friend for a kind of internet-inspired double blind date. And we actually had a lot of fun. The men were funny, talkative, witty. My face actually hurt from all the laughing.

We said good-night shortly after 11pm, and I walked out to Clark St. to catch my favorite of the Chicago buses, the #22 north bound. Unfortunately, I was freezing to death while waiting, and finally broke down and hailed a cab. Now, I have money, but I only had $5 in cash on me, so I was trying to guesstimate how close to home that was going to get me. He misinterpreted me a bit, and decided I was a charity case. Now, a bit of human kindness is hardly a crime. But, he hit on me. That’s right, Taxi Guy was lookin’ for love!