I’ll probably sound crazy with this next sentence, since I’ve been obsessing a bit about BMW (formerly Dark Roast) as of late, but here it is, anyway:  I met a woman that I think I might like like. She was at the murder mystery party, which, as I mentioned before, proved to be an excellent way to meet new people.  To say that she and I had immediate chemistry would be an understatement, but I sort of chalked up her attention to me as her amazing dedication to staying in character.  I kept catching her staring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, but I had had a few pomegranate margaritas and wasn’t so on top of game as to flirt with her.  Plus, in a throwback to my days of hearty insecurity, I figured she was way too beautiful to be single, or interested.  Once I sobered up, my senses returned, and I found myself thinking about her; friendly, funny, easy to talk with, clearly very smart, very educated, good fashion sense, and did I mention beautiful?  Eastern Indian with thick, curly, black hair, huge brown eyes, and a big, warm smile.  

So, headache abating, I did what any modern gal would do:  I found her on Facebook.  She has a private account; you can’t even friend request her, only send messages.  I sent a brief message saying it was a shame I couldn’t request to be her friend because I had had such a lovely time meeting her the night before.  She wrote back immediately (friend request included, thank you technology), said she was so happy I’d gotten in touch, and that she’d love to hang out, out of character sometime.  I checked her profile out, and she’s pretty much a dream boat. 34, works for the UNAIDS council, travels constantly, good taste in music, books and movies, has urban chickens, and there’s a little touch of the thug in her, which I find highly attractive.  She’s not too educated to have a somewhat crude sense of humor.  Be still my heart.  

Of course there’s a catch.  Strong indicators point towards a mostly heterosexual lifestyle.  I mean, fine, fine, she seems like the kind of person I’d like to be friends with, regardless, but I was a bit disappointed when I emailed our mutual friend (my dear, wacky friend I’ve known since high school) and inquired about Dream Boat’s preferences.  My friends response was that she’d only known her to have male ‘friends’, but that she wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest to find out that her preferences were…open.  I deflated a little bit. 

But then I checked my inbox an hour later, and there was an email from Dream Boat, asking me to go out with her this weekend to check out the local art fest.   Of course she would ask me out this weekend, when I have a dear friend visiting, and a trip planned to W-S.  I apologetically declined, insisting on a rain check, and while I’m disappointed that I can’t make the date, I am thrilled to know that she has been thinking of me, too.  

I dunno…I have a good feeling about this one.  And not just in The Nethers.