the ontology of dating

i awoke with a migraine and lay in bed watching the norwegian film, "kitchen stories."

i am wearing dark blue jeans, a long sleeve black tee, a hand knitted shawl belted with a chucky belt like a sweater, a brown glass necklace made in india, a silver chunky watch, a green stone ring on the right hand, and comfortable clogs.

i am aware of how i look.
self-conscious of my fashion choices.
self-conscious
that
i may be dating again...

dating: an odd transitory activity

exposition becomes an important skill which must be executed with finesse.
what to tell
how to tell
when to tell
the story of who you are

who i am?

does one really know who one really is?

i am dressed comfortably but with a notion of who i am.
artsy
liberal
active
silly


going to a coffeeshop to knit my latest scarf:
multicoloured 'nubby' yarn in muted tones
in varying stripes of texture (fabric stitch facing one way & then the other)
punctuated with stripes of brighter coloured novelty yarn

i am wondering if the young man will call me.
will he want to kiss me?

as one gets older, dating becomes increasingly more convuluted.