G: 1/3/03 And again...

Work Diary, 1/3/03

One of my favorite songs is "Love is a Stranger" by the Eurythmics. Ol'
Annie had it right: A wig changes anybody.

So, how will I re-make my life? What will I do to jumpstart my newfound
freedom?

I'm thinking I'll go to the local dive, lean against the bar, and look
mysterious. If that doesn't work, I'll go to the supermarket and ask
the cutie in the vegetable aisle how to pick out a grapefruit. If worse
comes to worse, I'll allow myself to be pulled over by a cop, then
coyly expose myself.

Would that do the trick? You'd be surprised.

There's always the coffee shop on Cap Hill, of course. Lots of men hang
out there. Often they bring their laptops, chatting away on their cell
phones while tapping the keys. Naturally, I'd have to actually sit down
at a table and look intriguingly disinterested, but I think I can
manage that.

There's the internet, where relationships happen every 2.3 seconds. Men
meet, show meat, and then mete out promises. That's the ticket! Sounds
great!

I could walk my dog in Cheesman Park, where the sincerity is as real as
the landscaper's promise to move all the graves.

Better yet, I can walk my dog at Inspiration Point. She won't mind
being tied to a tree while I get down to business.

Or there's the strange but tempting thought that I can just be by
myself. I'll go home each night, heat up something in the microwave,
and watch "Friends."

My walls will be painted a color I like; my couch will be comfortable.
Clothes on the floor will blame me, not him; I'll take up
pottery.

What a crock, as in crockpot, the device I'll use to make meals.