OK ok ok, it wasn't a fiasco, and in fact, it's debatable whether it was even a date. I have an old friend, a man I've been good friends with since high school. We dated as adults and even though it didn't work out, I really loved him. And I guess he's that guy that I'll never get over. I'm thinking maybe most people have a person like that, who they never fully get over? Anyway, my main problem is that I have diarrhea of the mouth, and unlike the rest of the world, I feel like it's pertinent to inform everyone else of my feelings. All the time. Up to the moment. You know, in case I die tomorrow and heaven forbid they didn't know every last detail. I mean, I wouldn't want them to have to piece it together at my funeral or anything. So that was the only fiasco part - the part where maybe just every once in awhile I should keep some small part of my feelings and opinions to myself, possibly? To avoid complete embarrassment and humiliation? So the real point, the moral of the story, is this: it was fun to get out, to have babysitting for an evening, and to remember that I'm a fun girl, too, and not just a mommy.
But for the next many months, maybe even the next many years, I'm just going to keep concentrating on keeping all of us bathed regularly, and let the dating business wait.