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I see my muse Rachel has ported her blog over to WordPress (yay, WordPress!!), and that she also uploaded stuff from her Livejournal days.  Some of you may remember I posted about her in my post “My Ideal Woman – One Year and Counting!” as one of the women who inspired me to start up this blog.  I think her smarts and personality really shine through in her writing, so go check her out… if you like her, follow her, comment and maybe she’ll update more frequently 🙂

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Here’s what she says on her About page:

I am in the middle of starting over. :)    I spent  14 years in Washington DC working on the Hill and in Government Affairs.   After several things just went kaplooey, the way life sometimes does, I decided it was time for something new.

I am now a young-middle-aged student in NYC.   I feel 18 and 60 all at the same time (and I am neither that naive or that wise).  I have honestly never felt so young or so old.   I am making many of the same mistakes, but hopefully learning from them much faster.

I want to make this blog something funny and silly.  Hopefully I will find some kindred souls out there!


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The other day I met a woman who kinda knocked my socks off.  I’d talked to her a few times on the phone, and exchanged lots of emails, but this was the first face-to-face.  She’s smart, has a lovely, infectious smile and a real easy-going presence that naturally draws you into conversation.

She’s also got an engagement ring… which I can’t lie was a little disappointing, but even so… just after that five minute conversation, she’s the kind of woman that brought to mind a quote from a scene from that movie As Good As It Gets, with Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt:

Melvin:  I’ve got a really great compliment for you, and it’s true.
Carol:  I’m so afraid you’re about to say something awful.
Melvin:  Don’t be pessimistic, it’s not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I’ve got this, what – ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I’m using the word “hate” here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never… all right, well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills.
Carol:  I don’t quite get how that’s a compliment for me.
Melvin:  You make me want to be a better man.
Carol:  …That’s maybe the best compliment of my life.
Melvin:  Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out.


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