It’s the second time in two days that I’m going out of my home (wow! but it’s not over) to meet someone I barely know (yahoo!), with whom I have hardly chatted before, and in a non-sexual context (oh, damn! no, I mean, wow! well, I mean both, actually). Those who don’t know me may not realize how exceptional that is: it commonly takes several weeks for someone to drag me out of my bedroom (except for a sex encounter—uh, actually, even for sex). But not this time. Let’s go and see a movie! Ok, why not? Let’s have a drink! Sure, let’s. Am I becoming a social person? It is so not me. Of course, if they hadn’t both been cute, I’d never have gone there. But it’s still quite an achievement. Except that it will be hard to keep up with it, economically. Because it requires a subway pass, and enough change to pay for a mango juice in a Marais bar (mango juice, that sounds so cute). Does it mean I’m gonna have to work in order to meet people? Could that be a valid motivation for me? On the way to my appointment, I was considering how I should redesign my site, make it more spectacular, in order to add a make Garoo work button, so I’d be contacted once in a while, should it only be once or twice each year. Am I going to really do that? In, like, real life? Can’t be sure. But it would allow me to offer boys drinks, and also to buy a digital camera, and hence have an additional reason to meet people. And to keep me busy. And maybe even making my own photography portfolio. Okay, so, how does one find a freelance job? I can’t remember.