Postage denied.

Okay, so I started my blog at the beginning of the year all positive and "GO this year," and have slid my way, towards this year's end, into a menage of mini meltdowns, too many complaints, and an apparent post traumatic stress disorder from all the change in my life, yet I am still more positive than Post, the guy I met last week.

First, he waited almost five days to call, which I've never liked in a guy. And, even though I just spent the last 2 hours on the phone with him, and there's something there I am going to give another chance, why do I feel like I'm still the the girl looking for the spot in the sun and he's the one who should be living in my dark cave of an apartment?

He actually said at one point in the conversation, "I don't like places that are too bright, with a lot of sun light."

What?

I can't tell if he just has a weird sense of humor, and I am not getting it yet, or if we're just writing on different letterhead all together and there's no reason for me to figure out when I am supposed to laugh at his jokes.

It doesn't look like this is going to be something to write home about. But, I've been wrong about a lot this year...