butterfly meets lion

I meditated before I went inside the party in the Malibu beach summer home of an old friend.
A new technique I had picked up and began to practice several months earlier.
I had ended a longterm relationship a few months earlier and was just getting back out there after a love hiatis.
My Hostess had called me to the gathering to set me up with someone she thought I would like.
As i entered the room , the loud music and packed room ,

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