this disco-era survivor did plenty of impulsive, random, and booze-lubricated 'dating-ish' things but never 'dated' per se.

didn't glom-on to a convenient body either [at least not for long] but 'dating'... what's the point... i'm either a hostage [happily, for the most part] or happily [for the most part] solo.

i just love how accidentally extra-prepared i'm suddenly feeling about stuff like 'dating'... since i'm usually completely knocked on my disco-ass by situations and contraptions you whipper-snappers seem to slay with the greatest ease.

this explains #everthing and shines extra-light on my long-time penchant for living fringe...

so i could finally feel 'normal' by old age!

lmao, and <3<3<3!!!

:-) thanks [again] chica!