And I started out in a fine mood today

But then I went clothes shopping. Then I went to the sleep guy, and I felt pretty good again.

Then I ran into Sergio at Wegmans.

I haven't told You about Sergio. Not much to tell, really; just that we met on Match and had dinner back in December. I thought we hit it off. We had all kinds of things in common; he even loves Buffalo. Later that night I decided to do something I never do and write him saying really enjoyed it and I want to do it again if you do. Next night I got the most perfunctory of replies, saying oh I'll be busy in Buffalo (not true; he'd already told me he wouldn't be in Buffalo till the weekend) and you know maybe after the holidays.

This really put me into a tailspin for a while: if someone I THOUGHT I got along that well with, whom I had that much in common with, wasn't interested, what hope did I have?

So today I ran into him in the produce section, and we cheerily greeted each other and then he looked away before he had passed me like he was saying "Oh don't even THINK I'm talking to you."

There's a part of me that kind of concentrates on not running into people who would make me uncomfortable. Old friends long gone, people I went to high school with, you know. Lately I've wondered if this determination (which seems to work!) and slight fear might be somehow keeping me from more pleasant encounters too. So I dropped it. And lo and behold, Sergio the IC Spanish teacher. I knew it would happen sooner or later. The gods like to see me embarrassed, after all.

So on top of the clothes shopping and the Sergio running into, the bathing suit top I ordered from Lands' End looks awful, and I have to order another. Which I did, one they didn't even have when I ordered what I have now. It's either that or give up and just wear shorts to the pool. But sitting there looking at them all and knowing how unlikely it is that I'll ever look good in one again ... Sigh.