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Going No. Two
Well that was a nice bit of distraction. I'm finished with the flea market, in more ways than one, even though it was a good experience. It just took too long and attracted the wrong crowd, mainly the non-underwear-buying kind. There at the end, I think I even scandalized a few old ladies with the dirty-word onesies.

I also passed my first about.com review, so I'm onto the next stage. More original content, more blog entries. That'll do.

And now more survey:
Wrapped up like a deuce: The first time I met Mike Ireland I was holding myself to a *higher standard* of behavior, particularly for dating, but I still touched his butt that night. After I gave him a valentine, we'd spent a few hours talking and sharing beer (out of the same glass--his idea) and then when he went to load up his van he couldn't find the keys to the "green" room at Davey's. While he was frantically looking through his coat pockets I patted down his backside. No keys: just a comb and a pretty nice butt.
After he found the keys and put all the equipment in his van, he walked me out to my car. No exchange of phone numbers, no goodnight kiss. Just a mention of a gig two weeks out.
When we talked about the butt pat later he revealed he thought it was a pretty bold move, and at that time wasn't sure if I was crazy or not. But then again he's the one who jumped on me in the booth (again at Davey's) for our first kiss. For the first few months it was sort of like we were trading off being the crazy one.

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