The weather in Honolulu is gorgeous, and of course I am working today. Sigh.

Cyd is now back at school following her two-week spring intercession, I am back in the office. Life is returning to its usual pace. The hideous, right-turn creak that has plagued my SUV is gone, caused by non-life-threatening low tensing bars and corrected (thankfully) under my warranty with Saturn. Huzzah!

Today is the day in which I am reminded that love (and, yes, lust) in one’s twenties is not the damaged miscarriage of emotion that it can grow to be as one gets older. My friend Nate has flipped for a girl and, with typical machismo, is attempting denial (though when he sees this he will likely =giggle=, he’s that swept away). It is refreshing to note that even men fear jinxing an otherwise promising relationship…that is, some men fear this. Others plow right into fouling things up.

But lest today’s revelation from Nate go without imposing its life lesson on those who read my blog, here is an illustration of what can go so horribly wrong between he and thee, ladies. Allow me to paraphrase the situation:
     She: “Did you miss me?”
     He: “I dunno.”

Gentlemen: If the fibers of your being even =strain= in the direction of “Yes!” then say it. There is no power in this universe greater than those affirming that you care. How hard is it to care? We women find so few men…so few friends…who really do.

To find love or the potential for love makes any day a good day. Seeing Nate in his state of amor has made this a good day for me.