Mine

So the world keeps spinning with Jake the writer and a party tomorrow in Bryant Park for B.

Have realized that this is my life. I'm entirely self possessed.

Purr, cougar, purr.

I've dated old men so long I've felt powerless. What I adore about Jake is that there is, in fact, something to be said for men your own age. What's even better is that he's on my level intellectually; something I've missed. I like the fact that we aspire to be a power couple, and he's TALL. I'm sick of the under 5'8" club, as stupid as this sounds. The fact he's toned to perfection is also key.

And what's best, of course, is that he adores me. We need more of those men.

Terry the lawyer proved to be a skeeve bag of sorts. He was a bulkier version of Chrissy, and who needs that? Eugh.

Spoke to Ker in Kentucky tonight, love her v. much. Love all my friends, a shimmery Sher called to talk about the newest Jason news and whats new with Denise. Matt at works says I have no normal friends.

Loves it. LOVES it.