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 I'm going to be interviewed by the Elks tonight, yahoo! They are serving my favorite, broccoli rabe and sausage, at their Thursday night dinner, so I'm going early for that first. Perhaps I'll have a drink; my last at "public" price.

This morning I tortured myself at the dentist with a periodontal cleaning and was told it's time to see a specialist.  a Periodontist.  Greeeeaaatttt.  I'm considering losing my teeth instead.  I am TERRIFIED of the dentist and take Ativan before I go for an appointment to keep me from crawling out of the chair.  This is probably not going to go well.  And lets talk about paying for it too.  Insult to injury is referring to the area of dentistry.  Don't get me wrong, I love my hygenist and I like my dentist okay.......both are very tolerant of my fears and placate me. As they should for the amount of money I spend there....

Yesterday was nice talk with Connecticut man.  He smokes cigarettes and drinks daily. That was the only part of our conversation that gave me pause.  I'm quite sure I talked too much.  Whatever.  I'll hear from him again or I won't.  

I'm thinking if I lose my teeth it will definitely set the stage for being single for the rest of my life.  I'm trying to determine whether that is a positive or negative thought. More to come.

This is something I saw this morning when I was scrolling and it fits my relationship with my ex FWB who is now a close friend.  And once you are my friend, there's no hankies pankies.  Anyway, I believe you can love someone of the opposite sex deeply and have them not be romantic, or even a huge part of your life.  This hit me as "us". 




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