Dear Self:

I just want you to know that while you can truly, TRULY horrify and embarrass me, you also really impress me. You just actually called the dentist and asked the awesome receptionist there to pass your info along to the wicked hot guy checking out next to you. Yes, the one you were checking out. And who was maybe checking you out, a little too, no? Yum. So tall, right?!?! Anyway, I hope he's not married or *gasp* Conservative. And that he also likes everything you register for at Williams Sonoma and Target.

Here's to Keisha the receptionist and to being totally ballsy and putting yourself out there,
b

PS You may be single forever, but it won't be for lack of trying, just so ya know.