I went to bed at 10 last night, and got up at 8 this morning. That is/was good.

Giving plasma yesterday was quite enjoyable, beyond getting $25. For the first time in my many trips to the place, I was sitting in bed next to the plasma machine with two attractive women nearby. One was an early-middle aged Hispanic woman with beatiful brown eyes and excellent skin. Then a young woman my age, no doubt a U of A student, was placed to my left. I was listening to my MP3 player, eyes looking straight ahead, so as not to stare, as many of the men that donate do whenever a living breathing woman is near.

So as this attractive young woman sat next to me (she, like the older, had lustrous black hair, though the younger was anglo), I looked to the older woman, whom I have donated with before (unlike the gringo chick). She thought she was looking at me knowingly, thinking that she could limn my lecherous thoughts at having a young woman next to me. Little did she know why I would look to her instead of the younger.

My wife has nothing to worry about, I assure you, but I admit that these sorts of interactions interest me much. Because of Jess, now, if I wanted, I could walk up to women young and middle aged and say, "What's your name?" with charisma and confidence. Maybe I should for fun; actually, I really should. I just made a decision.

Nonetheless my ring is on my finger. I think it's good to decide to be more social.