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I hopped out, full of adrenaline and blissed out and started dancing. As it turned out, the landing was one of the most graceful things I’ve experienced.Executive producers include Chuck Lorre ('Two and a Half Men' and 'The Big Bang Theory'). He’ll ignore my texts until he wants to talk to me. I went to a breakfast cafe with Tim for a fun mom-and-kid breakfast. This is the kind of stuff I used to get heavy input from Tim’s dad on. At a few points, he’d thrust a harmonica or a violin at me to solo (both of which I happened to used to love to play a million years ago but suck at now.) We danced together and he lifted me in the air, spinning me around.

I don’t need an overgrown child hanging around, thank you! I got excited, it seems we had something in common! But, as I pressed, I realized he was avoiding answering my questions about it his family life. This dude had NO business talking to me until he sorted this stuff out with his wife. Wishing you better dates, Molly Undercover Nicknames, that is. He is very tall, with broad shoulders and sinewy limbs. When we are not together, we don’t talk or text much (I have my friends for that! Just the present moment, which is, for me and for now, perfect. The afternoon of the planned date, he texted to say that he really felt like flying in his meticulously restored vintage plane, and would I like to join? I trusted he’d keep us alive, and if we did crash and die, at least I’d be having an amazing time with a hot guy in the process. I called just before we were to meet, to ask if there were any clothing requirements for flying. As he nerded out over the aged Cessna, I could sense his relationship with it.

As I was leaving the nightmare awkward date, above, I looked to my right and realized The Centaur had been sitting there the whole time, hearing every word. Today, it’s the process of planning vacations that sets me off (I know, I’m pretty lucky if this is the type of thing that gets me upset). Tim has his two middle-school aged cousins in town this week, and life is good.

By the time the date ended, I was pretty convinced that I am a captivating princess witch who can fly, and who should expect nothing less than this level of sensuality and romance. But today, I had that ‘cry in the car’ kind of day, and each of my friends and siblings have done their patient duty of listening to me prattle this already month, and now it’s your turn, dear readers.

Our casual arrangement was not the type of thing that progresses to a more serious relationship. He was gazing at me with a goofy look on his usually distant face. “Even if someone beautiful wasn’t about to come over I’d [want to look good]. His artwork, books, musical instruments, and antique furniture filled the high-ceilinged rooms. If that conversation had been the whole date, it would have been a dream in itself! We rolled her out to the open field beside the runway.

(In hindsight, red flag, obviously – be careful when somebody picks you up on the street! Actually, he was still living with his wife, the mother of his children, and she didn’t know he was out picking up ladies AND he’d just right then lied. I should have known by the way he scurried along the gutter. It almost seems like there is something about the Centaur that’s meant to get me SO flustered that I eventually give up, stop overthinking, and stop trying to control my reality. He asked me to hold off for a few more minutes because he was busy preening. His apartment is an old victorian place full of patina. He took some time to give me a tour and explain the science behind how tough it would be to crash the thing.

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