A thank you to Jaerik and So_yun for some very undeserved kindness I will tell you about when I don’t have a fifth of rum in me.
It’s been quite a week; good and bad. I should write more of it but I’m beat and bending time. I will.
Got back to the city tonight and Hazel called me and asked me I wanted to go out with her and 13 women. Who am I to say no?
Wish there was some story to tell you besides countless instances of the Standard (“Who do you know, what do you do, where are you from, blah, blah, blah”) from me and to me.
Still, whenever I do the Standard two or more times in one night, I know that I should go home and go to bed. Must have done it more than half-a-dozen times tonight. You should try to avoid it, as should I.
I should also try and get used to being in my bed by myself.
I was in charge of finding a place to screen 72nd to Canal and I wasn’t having much luck:
Him: Are you sure? Me: Of course I’m sure, I passed the bar exam in one shot! I have a JD! I’m an ivy league grad! I think I know how to make a phone call. Him: (pause) You know you gotta dial a (1) first… Me: Are you even listening to me? Him: Did it ring? Me: (pause) You know I have to kill you now.
Long post. I come to you with questions. But first, some background:
Her: Do you only date non-asians? Me: (puzzled) Most the women I’ve dated have been Asians. In fact, I’ve only dated two four that weren’t. I’m equal opportunity. Him: Yeah, everyone deserves an opportunity to be miserable with Logan.
With nods to Mylai, I have FOUR weddings to go to in the next two months and I’ve already RSVP-ed with a date as…oh, I’d rather not say, it’s complicated. Anyway, questions for you – answers will be much appreciated (really, I wanna know):
Should I call and tell them all that I’m going stag? Inevitably, I’ll have to say at least 12 times: “I’d rather not say, it’s complicated.”
Should I just bring someone? Pro: no questions. Con: You read this blog, use your imagination. I’m reluctant to bring a friend because weddings are big deals – especially these weddings (man, reading this, I am an idiot).
Unrelated to the above, am I updating this blog too much? I’ve had RIDICULOUS insomnia these days.
Saw Blue Jean Eyes last week. Waited to write because I wanted to see how it panned out. No change, unfortunately.
She asked me the most peculiar thing once, she asked if I said unkind things about her afterwards. I asked her why I would. If you’ve read this blog long enough, you know I’m tired of being the bad guy.
Had dinner Saturday with some friends and strangers including a Candy Fiend from Texas:
Her: I read your blog, you know. Me: Really? I’m always surprised… Her: Are you depressed?
Is that how I come across?
Looking back at my entries, I think that, more than anything, I’m dorky/hopeful.
Yes, I have my miniature disasters and minor catastrophes, (see supra) but my last tiny calamity brought about this blog, friendship with rum, a better idea of what I want/don’t want in life, 72 to Canal, a dozen new satellites, and a few memorable, if short-lived, romances.
A fair trade, no?
I updated my About section to reflect my new age but everything else is still true.
I was out with some friends hauling furniture, drinking rum, and arguing.
Me: Of course I’m pissed, you opened the vault! You’re supposed to keep that stuff to yourself! Him: I opened the vault? Look who’s talking! At least I was drunk. What’s your excuse for that email from last time? Me: That was a mistake and I apologized. Him: I may have opened the vault, but you, you give f___ tours. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”
It’s just as well, I need to stay home and clean up. I bought myself what I think is the best canister vacuum, yet I haven’t used it once, I’m going to use it, I just don’t know when.
Her: Spring cleaning, eh? I wanna do that too. BTW, so many people are single these days, a friend called me yesterday to tell me that he and his girl just split up. Me: Well, two friends of mine just got into relationships and someone I know just got back with an ex. But I think it’s all part of the same thing: spring cleaning.
Something about spring makes you wanna examine your stuff. The spring light sharpens things dull from the winter. You can see what’s worth working on and what’s gotta go. Doesn’t matter if they’re comic books, handbags, or relationships.
Last spring was terrible for me.
This spring, things are looking much better.
Excuse the mess – it’s I’m still a work in progress.
Was out and about this weekend again with three females; two were friends, one was not.
The two that were friends were out to meet people. They’re both very attractive and when they’re out with people they have no interest in, they’re socially fine. But the moment they like someone, they get shy. Think most people are like that. I was like that too.
But that was a while ago.
Now, I always ask myself: Just who the hell do you think you are?
As for the girl that was not my friend, that’s a story for a different time.