He Is Risen...

... and by "He" I mean my social life.

Yesterday was Easter, and I have to say, it's been a while since I celebrated that particular holiday.  That admission would, I'm sure, horrify my mom, but there it is.

I spent the day with Ken Bolden and Topher (the adaptor/director of Tartuffe), who invited us to his place for a lovely brunch.  I got to meet his friends Glenn and Doug, who also joined us.  It was also, I'm pretty sure, one of my first ever "all gay" dinner parties.  It was really fun..

Topher revealed himself to be a bit of a great cook.  He made a frittata of pheasant and organic chicken eggs with spinach, mushrooms, tomatoes and salmon and topped with salsa which was really, really tasty-- my wariness concerning fish not withstanding.  And Kenny made a strawberry cheesecake that was to die for.  I, lamester that I am, brought a bottle of wine.  Sadly, once it was open, I discovered it wasn't even a particularly good one.  Alas.

Anyway, the day was great, and I enjoyed the wonderful food and the great company.  It was nice to meet Glenn and Doug, especially in light of my recent pledge to get myself out there and meet more people of the acquaintance variety.  I've begun to suspect, lately, that my reluctance to make have more than a few close, trusted friends may be part of the reason I have such difficulty meeting dateable men.  It only makes sense that the more people I come into contact with, the likelier it is that I'm going to run into someone who knows someone who knows someone who I might click with, right?

I'd always thought that I could be happier with only a small circle of really good friends to whom I could devote all of my energies, rather than a really sprawling network of acquaintances I'd always feel guilty for not including in my life enough.  Now I'm beginning to think that maybe that thinking was wrong-headed.

I guess time will tell, huh?