Dear Gentle Readers, Sometimes your protagonist feels like an idiot. I say things that maybe I shouldn't say; I do things I shouldn't do. We all know the drill. Well, here's my dilemma: Those of you who know me know that I had a twenty-something love affair with the hippie lettuce... the tree... the cloud. And, frankly, I don't regret it (too much) because it helped shape who I am (figuratively NOT literally... for that I blame ice cream). But I have difficulties with my past. Namely, I lived in a fog and tuned the world and my life out. It was my own choosing. And there are consequences because of it. It has been a difficult readjustment to all the wonderful things life has to offer and one thing above all scares me to death. And that is attempting to form a relationship with someone. Frankly, I don't know what to do... I'm still a seventeen year old asking myself, " Should I try and hold her hand? Should kiss her goodbye?" It's dumb but honestly I am 47 years old and I don't know what I should do. I've met a wonderful person and I can't do any better than, "Um, so um would you um like to get together again?" [Speaker has puppy-eyes laced with fear]. "We'll work on that," says she who has captured my tiny heart. What, dear readers, am I to do? The problem is I don't know what's normal and I don't watch too many sappy movies (especially if Julia Roberts is in them)! So I'm clueless. I don't want to stay dumb... I want some "whatever" to happen to me.