A good host never misses the opportunity to thank her guests, and to that end I must send my heartfelt thanks to anyone who has joined me at my dining table. Like floss for the brain you helped to pick out the ugly bits of sinew stuck between my mental folds and toss them in the garbage.
Since I’ve been living in my own space I’ve tried to invite friends (and sometimes strangers) to join me for a meal at least once a week. As a proven control freak I rarely ask a guest to bring anything (aside from wine). What each of you brings to the table, the thoughts wrapped up in the butcher paper of your bodies, is the perfect accompaniment to the meals I prepare, a more significant offering than you could cart to my place in weary tupperware or pyrex.
For those of you following my OkCupid experiment, the idea was grand but the execution limp. I finally changed the password and login, ending my foray into socially curated dating. On a positive note, the trial made me look again at online dating and get back in the game. Though I have little hope of meeting someone in a significant way digitally, the attempt and practice is of value (much in the same way that waiting in a room full of unhinged actors at an open call for a new musical is rather futile, but I rarely miss one. Auditioning is my job, showing up and doing the work is worthy to itself. Let’s hope dating follows suit).
Some OkStupid highlights from this past week: