Most importantly, I liked it. Not getting into specifics here, but I have to say I think I’ve found something I might be really good at. Or, at least, a group I am good at working with.Sounds cryptic, I know. Sorry. I really have to keep my real life separate from my cyber one.Here’s something interesting…I ran into Mr. Perfect.No, he didn’t explain why he didn’t call. Well, actually, I didn’t give him a chance to. He tried to talk to me as I was leaving, but ended up getting called over by some bigwig, so I made my getaway. Yes, that’s me, the chickenshit. Figured it was better to play it cool and act like I don’t care enough to want an explanation than to be a blubbery girl and be all self-righteous about it.Interestingly, though, we did have a chance to speak, albeit in front of an audience. And it turns out I made a pretty big mistake the day we met. So while I can still think he’s a numero uno creeper for blowing me off the morning after, I can’t be mad at him for…something else.Argh!
