There are only . . . 20? shopping days til Christmas. I need to find a place to order an organic free-range turkey (the only kind this vegetarian will eat . . . though I am thinking of a Christmas goose instead. Cause, you know, I only eat meat once a year, and turkey is just so . . . bland.) I need to find stocking stuffers, pick out a tree, get a stand, buy some lights and make some ornaments, decorate, clean, and work.
I love Christmas. Seriously, I really do.
In other news, the time has come to ask Questions About Dating. Lovely friends in the internet, help me. At what point in the dating game should one reveal that she has had a potentially fatal treatment which has left her infertile, scarred, and somewhat sexually dysfunctional? Before, during, or after the first date? Is it best to simply wait until the first sleep-over (which, to be honest, has happened before the first date before, but probably won't again because sex just isn't fun enough for me to bother with drunken hook-ups)? If I wait until we are both nekkid, I can simply deflect questions about the scars back to the questionee. "What, these scars? Oh they're just from that time I had cancer and my ovaries and uterus were removed -- hey! Does your penis curve to the side, or is that a trick of the light?"
Okay folks, give me your advice. Extra points for those of you who have had to start dating at some point after being diagnosed with a major illness. I would love to hear how you handled it, and how your suitors handled it as well.
Alright. I turn this post over to your capable hands now. Thank you and good night.