back to le drawing board

after a prolonged blog hiatus it's hard to get back on the horse. i haven't really had much to contribute in the last few weeks. i was sure i could find a clever way to talk about my week of academic conference in washington, but the only question i could really ask myself was "why is everyone else smarter than me?" then i thought i could find something funny to say about the fixing of my giant cavity, but it seemed like repeatedly suggesting that i have sub-optimal oral hygiene might not do much to enhance my image as a sexy, sophisticated professional, and the only other observation i'd made was that the whole experience would be alot easier to take if you didn't have to hear the horrible sound of the drill (i'd even tried to work out a pun about hitting a nerve, but i had to give up). finally, my blogmate has become a tough act to follow, what with the discourse on venereal disease.

sadly, i'm finding my way back to blogging with a topic near and dear to my heart: bad blind dates. tonight was the the long awaited "coffee" with msfg. after a few weeks of increasingly flirty emails we finally managed to make plans. it was such a long wait that i was ridiculously nervous about the whole thing- to the extent that my good blogmate had to invest a few hours in calming me down before i even left. while it wasn't nearly the disaster i had anticipated (a la frank lloyd wrong), it would definitely be a stretch to say that it went well... quite a shame really, since msfg was pretty easy on the eyes. the chemistry was so markedly absent that it abruptly yanked me away from the starry-eyed lala land i had entered upon first seeing him- a land in which i got to marry a sophisticated parisian with dashing good looks, have some adorable french babies, and summer in a villa on the riviera. how can it be that such engaging email banter led way to such a striking lack of things in common? it didn't help that he was uncomfortable when spoke in english and i was really uncomfortable when we spoke in french and it was just a whole lot of uncomfortable. not the either one of us was especially funny or articulate in our native tongue... i'm going to leave that word dangling there at the end, since i don't think it'll come up again in the saga of me and metrosexual french guy.