Tonight I went to the gym for the first time in ages. It's honestly been over two months. And I really wonder why I stopped going, as I always do when I fall off the gym wagon. I know that the easy answer is I just don't have the time. But the correct answer is that I don't have my priorities in line. Or maybe I really do, and the gym's just not as close to the top as it should be, ideally. But anyways, that's not the point of me mentioning this. The point is, I weighed myself when I got there, because they actually have a real scale (the kind they have at the doctor's office), and I trust it more than I trust the shitty electronic one that you can't leave a battery in in my parents' bathroom. So ANYWAY, I weighed myself. I don't weigh myself often. I think the last time I weighed myself was in August, and I weighed exactly the same amount I've weighed for the last six years.

Well, not this time, people. In the last two and a half months or so, I've lost ten pounds. Did you get that? TEN WHOLE POUNDS. I haven't lost a single pound (or gained one, for that matter) in over five years. This is amazing news to me. (Shut up, you, I know what you're thinking.) During the summer, I started going to the gym more regularly with my mom and my brother, and I kind of idly set a goal for myself. It was more like "Well, it would be really nice to weight [insert reasonably attainable, not too skinny goal weight here]. But whatever." And guess WHAT. Now I do! Now I need to go out and get myself new pants, because, honestly, none of them fit anymore. None of my pants fit anymore! Yay! Sigh... I really think that being single agrees with me. And this is when I go on to talk about NB again. Yes, I am a Gemini, a whole big jumble of contradictions. Get over it.

So, after much confusion, I found out I have tickets to go to the theater. Long story. (Short version is, saw strange charge on the credit card. Called the box office. Was told some guy put through an order for me. Didn't recognize the last name. After much cobweb clearing in the good old brain, remembered that I had told one of my friends to get me tickets for any Friday or Saturday. This request, I finally remember, was made a month ago, just before I slid right off a stool. No, it was not slippery. Yes, I had had a few martinis. Mystery solved.) Anyhow, I will be accompanied by NB. I'm considering it a birthday present for him, since his birthday is the Monday of the week that we're going. He was nonetheless aggravated that I would not tell him how much the tickets cost. We compromised -- the show is my treat, and he's taking me to dinner beforehand, his treat. Oh yes, this will be the type of evening where I get dressed up and wear fancy undergarments. I think I'm going to lobby for Grill 23, since I was never taken on a get-dressed-up-and-wear-fancy-undergarments type of date there in my previous life. And the boy likes a good steak.

So here's the whole Gemini big jumble of contradictions. My GOD do I enjoy being single. As I mentioned a few days ago, I absolutely love the attention. I never realized how much I missed flirting. (Well, I started to realize it toward the end.) I love the little dance you play with someone when you're just getting to know them. I'm good at it. I love that one guy I'm seeing picks up where another one leaves off (one has nice body hair, one has none; one is an amazing kisser, another not so much; one has a really serious job and makes great money and has an amazing future, one is bartending (or dj'ing) for extra money while working the day job he loves, but that doesn't pay so much -- you get the idea). I love that I don't have to look for it all in one person, or compromise, really, in any way. I love the freedom of not feeling at all tied down.