Valentines Day exceeds expectations.

[sistawendy]

No, Ms. Right didn't suddenly materialize, but I did have a lovely time at chez Funny Lady, who threw a last minute party. Last minute and Funny Lady go together like peanut butter & jelly, and I've learned to cherish that about her. That, and she's devastatingly charming & cute.

But speaking of Funny Lady and her non-trivial ADD, I expressed a desire to introduce the Wendling & Funny Lady so she can explain to him how to cope. She had a most instructive response: that it wouldn't do any good because ADDers have to individually find what works for them. She tells me that there are, however, such people as as ADD coaches, and that one of them had been very helpful to her back when she lived elsewhere. I'm a little surprised that my ex isn't all over such coaching already for m'boy because that would be very in character for her. Maybe we'll discuss.

I'd been to but never in that house, one of the shrinking number of pretty 1920s houses on the Hill with ten-foot ceilings, rounded doorways, and the occasional avian rubber head as decoration. Yeah, I love my mid-century modern apartment, but I'll admit to being a tiny bit jealous.

While there I achieved peak hipster (yeah, again): I drank quinoa whiskey. For better or worse, the quinoa note was easy to miss.

I'd earlier posted on one of my queer women's fora that anyone who didn't have a date for Valentine's and wasn't pleased with that situation should meet at the Wildrose at 2000 last night. One or two said they might, so I took a break from Funny Lady's, walked the ten blocks to the 'Rose, had a beer, waited & Ingressed for half an hour while no one else showed, collected a compliment from a woman headed out the door with a pair of roses, and then headed out the door myself back to Funny Lady's. Oh, Seattle. You have such difficulty showing your butt up for things.

Comments

[randomdreams.livejournal.com]

I think I love her house, unseen, just from this description of it.

[marriednmiddled.livejournal.com]

I had an ADD coach in my twenties. She helped a LOT with coping strategies. I basically had no idea how to function successfully in grown-up land, and she worked with me to draw a map. It was frustrating at first, as our preliminaries were basically throwing a lot of stuff at a wall and working with what stuck. Trial and error does not make happy times for me, but having someone who understood my frustration helped. She was the squire to my knight in fighting the battle against my self-destructive habits. If one could be found that has experience with ADD/Aspie co-morbidity, they may be worth their weight in gold.