Date night.

Dear John – screw you for making me go on another first date. I hate that man. (Not really, though. I’m just hurt and disappointed.)

Post-Date Update: I had a great time with Walker at the Umstead. We had drinks, amazing parm fries, and great conversation. I think Walker likes me. As he should. 😒 I’m a great dating partner. I don’t know what in the hell was wrong with John. 🙄 I’m engaging, downright enchanting, and pleasant to look at. I didn’t have the last one to fall back on until recently so I had 40+ years to develop a great personality.

I want to make the men I’m dating feel good. Just feed me dammit and we’ll get along fine. John is a dumb-butt.

I almost passed out on my date with DB, the night before. We first went out last Friday and he was my first date post-John. We had a great time at Dave & Busters so I decided to roll the dice again.

And I honestly almost passed out. That’s not an exaggeration. I was underfueled for my 4 mile walk, earlier in the day. Then, I walked another 1+ miles at First Friday – following a zero carb dinner 🤦🏽‍♀️ – and almost fainted in artist Paul Gala’s studio. Hypoglycemia is a beast.

I need to send Paul and his wife, Linda, flowers. They were incredibly kind. I appreciate them taking care of me. My date too! Although, I think he was afraid that our meal caused what happened. I knew that wasn’t it, but I was working to hard to not vomit or crap myself to articulate what was happening. I’m happy to report that I only vomited a little, into a pail, so all is well and I can return to Art Space at some point in the future.

Anyway, Paul’s art is phenomenal. Before I almost died, we were having a great conversation about how an art piece is never really “done”. They’re just abandoned. He works on 5-6 pieces at a time so he’s not too committed to a single one. He also mentioned that he’ll still change pieces that have been framed and shown! A lot to think about.

Paul Gala
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