He was the absolute nicest guy. I also met Governor Hugh Carey and Queens Borough President Helen M. Marshall but it was more interesting for me to meet Koch because he was the mayor I remember from childhood.
Look terrible but I’m jazzed. It’s a pretty cool gig.
It’s blurry in my head, but the picture’s clear, so I know it happened.
Sometimes I’m not sure.
I’m sleepwalking through my life again.
Whether or not I join a board (and I put up a profile just to see and it’s getting weird already), I’m sure I’ll still be able to entertain you with my offline ridiculousness.
Me: I’m sorry, where’s the bathroom? Her: Around the corner there. See the sign? Me: What sign? Her: That sign, the sign with the little guy where it says “Men.” Me: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m still learning to read. I’m up to “X” though, so I’m almost there. Her: (pause, confused, then laugh) Smart-ass. Me: (laugh) You’re a little argumentative. Her: No I’m not! Me: (pause) Yes…you’re not argumentative at all.
She asked me for a card. I told her I didn’t have one. Really didn’t.
Plus, she wasn’t my type and I’m just too tired to even attempt to be entertaining.
Met her almost 14 years ago in Taiwan and she’s been there for me through some of the worst times. I was happy to be there for one of the best. Another friend of mine was there that I’ve known for almost 20 years. He’s two years younger than me with three (3!) kids.
My closest friends and I don’t talk or see each other very much. Just the way it is.
But whenever we do, it’s like no time has passed.
Isn’t that the way with old friends?
Speaking of which, my character on 72nd to Canal is named Lorin; there’s actually a real Lorin who’s the opposite of the character I play. He’s the nicest and most humble guy I know. We met at the same time and place I met the girl that got married yesterday.
Sunday was the real Lorin’s birthday.
Not that he reads this blog (not that anyone does), but:
Happy Birthday, real Lorin
Taipei, Ocean, Santa Monica, LA, my fine city… Man, ain’t it been a trip?
Question: What is your opinion of online dating boards?
The girl that got married met her dude on a board. Plus my friend CindyE said: All the cool kids are doing it.
I’ve been busier than I’ve been in ages. I can’t explain it.
If I knew I’d be working so much, I would have just gotten a job.
GEEK ALERT: On a different matter entirely, and related to my last post, I was thinking of getting a PDA phone and was looking up software options when I came across the Pickup Line Generator 1. Just imagine:
Me: Hi…um, hold on a sec (fumbles with phone). Her: Um… Me: Hold on, hold on…um…no that’s no good…not a redhead…haha, funny but…no. Oh wait. This is good. “Can I borrow…?” Her: (interrupting) Um…I’m gay. And a pescatarian. Me: Of course you are.
Somewhere, someone is paying $37 to embarrass him/herself completely.
Had coffee late the other night with a girl I met just last week. Here’s a discussion I had with a friend when I got home.
Him: Hey, you’re back. She seemed really cool. Me: She was. But, we both decided not to see other again. Him: (surprised) What? Just like that? You guys seemed to get along really well – she’s pretty, smart, an omnivore, AND an insomniac. That’s right up your alley. Me: I know, I know, I know. Him: Politics? Me: Interestingly, no…just a…personal choice I made that she disagrees with. Him: Have you really thought this through? Me: (thinking) Probably not. But she has my digits, she knows where to find me. Plus, maybe I’ll call her if things change with me. Him: (pause) Man, you’re a self-sabotaging bastard. Me: (sigh) I know, I know, I know.
Short version: She got a letter one day from a boy she’d known years ago. He told her he wanted to meet up with her. She didn’t know why, went to see him, and he said he wanted to date her. They married less than a year later.
My insomnia has made my recent history a bit blurry. Feel slightly cheated that nothing in life is very sharp or clear.
Names, faces and events all blend together to a dull, soupy grey.
But for just a little bit, it was as if someone turned up the volume and brightened the picture; I could see that she was happy.
In the scheme of things, it’s more than a fair trade.
I’m good for other things. “Like what?” she asked.
Thanks to everyone for watching our 72nd to Canal and spreading the word. We really appreciate it!
Met three women tonight at a party I went to with Hazel. One is a story for much later, if at all. The other two:
Brooklyngirl Her: She your girlfriend? Me: No dear, I love someone who doesn’t love me. Her: Whoa, that’s a lot of…(hic). Me: Excuse me? Her: Sorry, I have the hiccups.
So, because I was pretty lit, I put my rum down, turned and kissed her. Her: (surprised) Why’d you do that? Me: Are the hiccups gone? Her: (pause, laughing) Yes. Me: Well then, you can buy me another rum then.
Dancergirl Me: So you’re from New Jersey? Are you a vegetarian? Her: I’ve NEVER been asked that before. No, but would it matter? Me: (shrugging) Not even close. Her: So what’s your story? Me: I’m a pretty, straight boy in NYC looking to drink until I forget things. You? Her: (thinking) I’m a pretty, straight girl in NYC looking to drink. Buy me one? Me: No. I’m not that guy. But I’m good for other things. Her: Like what?
I would say more but let’s leave it to your imagination.
I’ve had the worst sleep schedule these days. Plus I’ve got a full social roster this week. Luck of the draw, really. I decided not to go to the Ed Koch banquet and instead meet up with some friends for a small social thing. I’m sure Ms. Right will be somewhere in that banquet, however, I’m a mess.
But I digress.
Topic from last post: girlie. Here’s the interesting thing about her:
She’s a full-on vegetarian. Not even a hint of fish. That’s six in a row.
She also over 5’7″ That’s five in a row.
She’s also a multiple pet owner. That’s three in a row.
She has the same name as No. 7. That’s two in a row.
But she is NOT from New Jersey. Ah, something different. She is, however, from another country. Just my luck, eh?
The next girl I meet will just eat nuts & grass and live in Istanbul (or Constantinople). I know it.