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I'm feeling reckless and irresponsible tonight. This means I'm ignoring my phone completely. I've dealt with entirely too much reality this week and need to climb into a book. I fear I've already wasted a good hour of my life this week writing to the men of match. Men I'm not that interested in. Men who I will fix my hair for, feel nervous about, meet for coffee, and sit there thinking about an exit strategy. Tonight good fiction is better than poor reality.

Tea- I hope you've had a splendid birthday dreaming up the sexiest bike ever!