I was told by several women I know that a woman has a streak of time when "their nectar is flowing." Having existed most of my life not knowing I had "nectar" or even where it flows from when it does come, I found this past week very curious:

Thursday: I meet up with a guy who runs a million dollar environmental clean up organization, who lives on a barge 10 months out of the year and snow boards. He calls me twice and has his staff email me from 2 states away so we can go out to dinner and drinks.

Saturday: I go out to Nye's with friends, and as I'm talking a guy from across the room stares and points for a good minute until I realize he's looking at me. He toddles over with a "I'm Getting Wasted" t-shirt on and says he knows me from school. Further questioning reveals that he doesn't know the class or year.

Sunday: At a "Phantasamagoria" show (aerial and dance--largely gay or female audience), a guy stumbles over a chair to help me put my coat on. He helps teach tango at the Four Seasons downtown, where I took private tango lessons last May.

Ladies, how do you handle your nectar?