Week 5

   Where did that expression the ‘grey area' come from and why, for heaven’s sake, is it called that? That area is so much more fun then grey! The color grey just sounds so unexciting and when you’re in the 'grey area' with a guy when is it ever boring?  I suppose it’s called that because of the other expression, ‘it's black and white,' meaning it's a very clear choice causing no confusion, thus well defined.  And so, grey is supposed to mean uncertain or unclear because it‘s not black and white, right? But grey literally is black and white, because when you mix the two together, bam, you get grey ( Art Class 101).  So, that expression makes no sense to me whatsoever. Since when did clarity become uncertainty? The 'grey area' should definitely be called something else, something more thrilling and mysterious, like vermilion, alizarin crimson, or even the 'electric ultramarine area'.

   Being a girl, I think it’s in my nature to analyze, seek clarity in relationships, and to avoid those 'grey areas' with men. But when that area is anything other then grey,when it’s a bright cerulean, then I think I need to throw in the towel on analyzing and stop searching for definition. Whatever happened to just enjoying the moment and going with the flow? That’s been my life motto, but I still seem to struggle living within that criteria when it comes to men.

   On that note, I had quite the 'bright cerulean area' night with one of my man friends this last Thursday.  I’ll just call him Mr. Grey to protect the innocent, or perhaps not-so-innocent. I’ll pretty much leave it at that. I had a super duper fun-filled evening which involved a fancy-pants and scrumptious dinner date in the Financial District with my man friend. Then we spent most of the later part of the night playing backgammon and canasta. And heck, I reckon we even played a little Go fish too. Oh yeah, and I wore a dress. And I might of had a little 'oops', a wee relapse, in the dress department last week. Yeah, I broke a rule, crap! I bought another dress. Dress count is now at 60. So instead of changing the title to my entire blog, I think I’ll just dub this as my ‘ghost dress’ and not count it in the total.

   The dress count is now at 4 ( It was 5, but after subtracting this week's new 'ghost' dress, it's back to 4. Also, I think it would be kind of cheating to include the dress that I wore hidden under my jacket during my very uneventful night spent in the Macy’s parking lot with Daryl) That number is not too impressive, but I have big plans for the month of February. Maybe I'll go paint-balling in my least favorite dress and dance in a fountain with my favorite dress like Sophia Loren in 'La Dolce Vita'. Where are there big fountains in Marin?

   For the last few hours I've been nestled under my fluffy down comforter in bed writing and google-ing 'fountain's in Marin' on my computer. I'm also realizing that so far, this new month has not been off to a flying start. I woke up this morning feeling sick with the worst sore throat and headache, such a shitballs feeling! However, at least its overcast and raining (I hate to be sick when it's sunny outside).  I partially blame it on my late night of card games with Mr. Grey, but mainly on my need to overdue it at the gym last night. I'm beginning to second guess my mantra I always tell myself to acquire extra motivation to workout, "I won't regret working out, I'll only regret it if I don't!" Yeah, that's not so true at the moment, because I think running too hard on the treadmill without getting my grandma-average hours of sleep must have pushed me over the edge. Oh well, nothing a little chicken cabbage soup and Julia Roberts movie marathon can't fix.

   Hopefully, later in the week I'll find better Google results then 'decorative fountains' and 'landscaping retailers in Marin' or I'll end up in a black evening gown splashing water in my face from a bird bath. And perhaps I'll find myself embarking on some more dates with the desire of discovering unexplored hues from the man-color spectrum.  Will it be this lustful month of February that holds my fate of finding a Prince Charming-ish dude? And who knows, I could up end up in the 'Ferrari Red area' with him. If so, I plan on indulging.