double date

i had one tonight, but not the 'you and jimmy neck in the front seat, me and bobby'll pet in the back' kind. rather, i had a date with a jdate fellow, short fingers (freaks me out, what can i say) a little agitated, but nice enough. and yet.

the date was done in 50 minutes flat. and as i left i got out the ole cellie and rang up my super super who was s'posed to fix something in the apt yesterday but on account of mlk day did not work and did not tell me until i called to say, what's up friendo?

anyways, we've had back and forth flirting for some time and goshdarnit after my earlier date tonight which was so devoid of any sense of fliration or sexuality, i felt somewhat cramped, i needed to be flexing those muscles. so i called the super super and he met me for a drink and we had quite a nice time. he's cute. and sweet. and it'll go pretty much nowhere, so when he asked if he could come in, i said no, but still it was nice and amicable. and maybe next time i'll say otherwise, if there is a next time.

that is the update from my little apartment in the county of kings.

update

i joined a dating site. again. so far. so good. i'm hopeful. big year ahead. but now time to watch the wire.

story

i went to baskin '31' robbins with two nephews who stayed for the wkend (made them pancakes and one, so dang sweet, said, 'my compliments to the chef') and they didn't have 31 flavors. they had exactly 3. is there some kind of maori wisdom in that?

question:

when does one stop being a bachelorette and start being a spinster?