Ok, so I finished this sweater, and because it was on the cool side yesterday, I wore it down to my local biker bar (recently redecorated!) to visit with my former neighbor who manages the bar. The sweater must be reasonably attractive, because as I was leaving, the best looking gentleman at the bar came running out after me to introduce himself and give me his phone number. (Don’t get me wrong - being dubbed the best looking guy at Mothers is like being named the best athlete at the Special Olympics [no disrespect meant to any "special" readers]).

I’ve been in a dating lull for quite some time (besides this blind date), but I met a nice fella when I was in Maui, and I might give this guy a call . . . hey, who knows? Even though motorcycles scare me . . .