i think i found one, guys. her name is amber. i've got the butterflies again. this is a good sign. the inference is that if i can get butterflies, it follows that i am capable of finding love again.

she's 32. from a small town in ohio. she has auburn to red hair, of a small stature, thin as a waif, and she makes my loins sing... . she's a special education teacher. she likes death valley. and really, tonight was the 3rd date, and i felt like if i looked away from her, i'd be cheating my eyes of a sight they'd been deprived of for too long. way too long. and she kisses with a tenderness known by only other angels and me.

it gets better and better no matter what.