Not sure what this means.

I'm at a point in my life where...

I don't try to wear glitter. Or miniskirts.
I prefer comfortable shoes.
Friday nights are for Doctor Who, not for Mr. Right (Now).
I use face cream.
I floss regularly.
I cover the gray.
I worry about new freckles.
Experimentation with drugs means taking aspirin past its expiration date.

Today I was at a munch, and at this munch was a woman. A very silly woman. Enjoyed announcing herself as the oldest there. Enjoyed announcing everything, actually. Enjoyed being the center of attention. Enjoyed drama. Enjoyed the drama of others.

I thought...I don't want to be that woman. Not in 25 years. Not ever.

Then there was a man. I, I, I, I, I, I. Awful. I watched his mouth, didn't bother hearing his words. Just the useless flapping of his lips with the I I I of himself.

The bartender gave me his phone number. A sweet simple man with expressive eyebrows. No I I I there.

I confessed melodrama and superiority complex to another blogger. Jokeyjokester. But not joking.

There's a song lyric...we lean another ladder against the wrong wall and climb high to the highest rung to shake fists at the sky.

There is no sign of you.