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11 31 pm pdt [ that singles scene ] I had pulled up at the first light after leaving the office today. The heat was blasting in the car, and it was well into the 90s outside, so I began my daily ritual of opening all of the windows and the sunroof. I glanced at the wondow to my right to see how far down it was. I caught the eye of the man in the driver's seat of the car next to me. He inched his car forward to be flush with me. I returned his smile. I was already nervous at that point. My second glance was met with the guy in the passenger seat waving at me. I waved back and then busied myself with not looking in their direction again. I used to be so slick and flirtatious, but I suppose I have just been out of the singles loop for too long. I was at a loss for what to do, and I was uncharacteristically nervous from the attention I was getting. Do you suppose you forget what it's like to be single? * * * My brother, sister, father, and I had a feastly dinner. Afterwards, while my sister browsed at the music store, my brother and I grilled my dad on his past girlfriends. "Who was the short one with the young son? She was rather well endowed," my brother queried. "Who was the blonde who's daughter I babysat?" I asked. "Was there anyone between Deborah and Roberta?" "How old was Nikki." My brother and I both started moaning at the mention of Shelia, who used to leave leangthy messages on the answering machine cussing out my father. "Who was Selma." "Who was the one who's name began with an S whom I never met?" "Did you date Chris?" "Are you still seeing Mandy?" My father still can't remember the name of the blonde who's daughter I babysat. * * * I made one of my co-workers a picture, depicting him lying on the beach. He went on a week-long vacation to Hawai'i, and I wanted him to know that I missed him. I know he will find the idea of me making him a picture to be quite strange, but hopefully he will also like it. I don't mind if people find me weird, as long as that feeling doesn't overpower their desire to interact with me.
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