Top five signs that you are back in the saddle again. Beginning to rejoin society-slash-the dating pool:

1. The thought of clothes shopping doesn't turn you into Rain Man. Rocking and screaming "Hot water burn baby!!!"

2. Of course you want flower with pedicure. 

3. You become simultaneously fascinated and fixated on all things depilatory.

4. Out with the sports bra! You are now a total undie snob...and scoff at anything that isn't black, lacy and matching. 

And 5. You start to rate each and every guy you encounter based on what a good kisser you think he'd be.

Overnight, I went from feeling like a cross between Barney and Mr. Hanky, the Christmas poo...to the female version of Joey Tribbiani. At 3:27 p.m., I suddenly found myself very aware of the manager at Boston Market. He made a funny when, in response to his "WhatcanIgetcha?," I hungrily barked "a chicken breast...no bone, no skin, no wing!" He came back with a quick and witty "You want meat on it?" There was definitely a moment. Our eyes locked. The chicken guy was h-o-t...with his salt and pepper hair, come hither eyes and witty banter. I think I actually said "How you doin?" I was just beginning to wish I could purr like Eartha Kitt when the reality of going to first base with a man who smelled like chicken 24/7 set in.

So this is what it feels like...to re-enter the atmosphere of frisky, flirty and confident. It has begun. "Hey sleeping giant! What are you doin' here?!?"        

Comments

[Nancy]

Whooo Hoooo! It's about time!

[Susan (aka moonstruckinmontana)]

Go get 'em, girl!

[Cooper]

Did the fact he had chicken make him a little bit sexier?

[Elizabeth Jones]

Cooper...much! But not as sexy as chocolate.