Raining Men

It's feasting time in feast-or-famine land...
A blues dancer who's called me every day since Thursday.
A beginning dancer who certainly has a crush, and was at my salon on Saturday.
PP is coming over tonight to talk about "us."
There is interest with the amazing artsy house party-host.
There is a guy I met at that party from Seattle who's been emailing.

I want to play with all, and commit to none.

It's Tink and the lost boys AND the pirates. Or is it Wendy? I can never tell.
I guess I've never felt jelous like Tinkerbell gets, so maybe it's Wendy.

Fun times.