The birds and the bees are out in force

There must be something in the air and/or water that is making men act really odd. Yesterday I went to an 'Easter Eggstravaganza' party and I swear the single men were like a swarm. One stood out from the rest as a possible candidate for getting to know better, but then he started doing that 'casual back rub' thing and getting really touchy feel-y, which I found super intrusive. He started to exuded a thorough confidence that he was going to get laid, which made me thoroughly confident that I wanted nothing to do with him.

Then there was the extremely talkative, nice-in-a-grandmotherly-sort-of-way Irish writer guy who actually seemed like he might be good friend material but Christ, nothing more than that. He got extra points for knowing what orgonite was, though.

The highlight of the day was being tapped on the shoulder by a cute guy on the U-Bahn and being slipped a note with his phone number and a little drawing of a cup of coffee and a smiley face. I might actually follow up on that one.