Sex? Cincinnati?

No, mom, I won't be writing about sex. 

I'm composing a blog in order to feel cool and entertaining, regardless the reality of either. (the beauty of your own blog... it's inherently brilliant)

According to wikipedia, in Sex and the City, Carrie's "column focuses on [her] sexual escapades and those of her close friends, as well as musings about the relationships between men and women, dating, and New York. Well, I happen to enjoy a disease and baby free life negating the first topic, but the rest is certainly fair game...

Now that bedbug only comes out at night, the realtor puts a ring on it, the doctor settles down, and my own mr.big has gone foreign.... I am forced to reflect. My no nonsense friend recently read a quote by Angelina Jolie that made her think of me, "I'm fearless to the point of stupidity. Maybe I should have a little more fear." I used to run across *hopefully* frozen lakes, roller blade and jump rope down hill because the rollerblading grew boring, write papers and give presentations on books of which I only read the first and last paragraphs... just to see if I could do it with flying colors.  I juxtapose both ideas because on this end... it makes sense. 

I am afraid of not having options. That's all I've been able to come up with so far, but I'll keep thinking.

Side note: Recently I found myself in an unlikely spot and had a conversational brain slip with an otr man. Mocking my foolish comment, he responded, "You done dyed your hair, B" (I am brunette). All this to say, pay no attention to possible grammatical errors, overuse of ellipses, or hasty generalizations.

First blog. Done.