Telling

You know how when you kiss someone for the first time, you're so excited you want to run home and tell your best friend - or your female roomies who will join you in squealing with excitement? Ok, maybe YOU don't experience that, but I do.

So, one of the reasons I started this blog was so I could tell someone (and honestly too) when I had no one to tell.

But then I started letting family know about this blog, mostly so I wouldn't get the "So, any dates?" question all the time.

But then, I have to weigh things. Do I run to here to write about a kiss when I know who reads this? How brave and honest am I? Well honest, I think I'm good at that one. Most people know about my honesty complex.

This is why last week received so little comment, but did get the smiley.

Hmmmmm.

Dancing Last Night.

:)

'Nough said.

Hah-vard

Boston is a neat town. I love the old architecture here. We had free time last night, so I wandered around Harvard square with two of the other directors here for training. One director (and by far the best looking male one) swing dances. We wanted to go last night, but there wasn't anywhere in town we could go on a Tuesday. We're planning on going after dinner tonight. A great bonus for him is doesn't smoke or drink AT All. That makes me happy. I'm not alone. I think there are a few other non-drinking directors, so it's a good solid core.

I like the Harvard bookstore. I was about to buy the 9/11 commission report and Howard Gardener's new boos "Changing Minds," but I know I don't have money... and when we were about to leave I told the good-looking-swing-dancing-director I was trying to talk myself out of buying them. He said, "Here, let me help you," took them out of my hands, and put them back on the shelf.

I like this place.