Well, I guess I have to admit that I'm passing pretty well. I attended the weekly trivia contest with my wife at a local restaurant, and our team was bantering with the neighboring table. One of the guys came over and wondered who the new ringer was (I got there late). He was doing all the familiar things that guys do - hand on my arm, hand resting on my back, a little inside my personal space. [Mini-squeee]
My wife decided to go home right after the contest, but it's such a beautiful night I hung around the square, shopped the vendor tents, and stopped into StarSchmucks. Got ma'amed, and of course had Stephanie written on my cup. On the way out a nice gentleman held the door for me with a smile.

Earlier in the day after my Hot Needle Torture, I ate AlFresco at a nice restaurant with no weirdness.
I was even fairly happy with my voice tonight.
So yeah... SQUEEEEEE!
Stephanie