The museum is right by our pad so we try to go every once in a while. It was a pretty cool exhibit so if you get a chance to go, it’s very eye opening.
If nothing else you’ll learn that corn is our biggest food export, bananas are our biggest food import, and that cod is getting a lot smaller because of over-fishing.
Me: Now I want a banana.
Also went to see my friend COB for her birthday. She’s actually the woman I met in this conversation. This is a good time to point out two things:
If you stick by the rule that: Leave people better off having met you then you will get more invitations in life, the occasional email penpal, and some homemade gifts such as the above, which she made for me and my wife.
Sometimes people ask me if I make up some of the things I write, like the conversations. I always tell them that I’m not that creative.
Met her fella and a bunch of her friends that day. Nice people – I would have stayed longer but I had a previous engagement. Still, it was good to get out of house for a bit.
Her: That’s the thing about California, you really need a car to get around and I didn’t have one. Me: Did you consider car-jacking?
Date night at the Museum of Natural History in NYC
Was walking to church tonight when I accidentally kicked a piece of ice and and it skidded along when a guy kicked it back, by accident. So I kicked it back to him and he kicked it into the street. As we passed each other:
Him: (laughing) Happy holidays. Me: (laughing) You too, man.
Quiet weekend. Saw my friend Nadi for dinner where I chatted up these two pretty girlies. They asked what I was doing in their town and I told them was seeing my girlfriend. After that, they ignored me for the rest of the night, which I found amusing. Convinced Nadi to come into the city with me and she met Heartgirl and Paul.
Saturday, Heartgirl and I went to the Museum of Natural History and saw the Cosmic Collisions – very cool. They had a blinking keychain with my name on it. She grabbed one too that just happened to be the name of her ex. It’s hard to compete with an imaginary person. Plus, her creepy friend just sounds like a really needy tool. He makes me wanna roll my eyes more than wanna take a shower these days.
Went home and caught Can’t Buy Me Love with her – which was the very first movie I ever went on a date with. Was 14 years old then – man, I’m old. Hadn’t seen in, quite literally, decades. Was good except for the clapping. Hate when they have clapping scenes in films and every 80’s high school film had one.
Suppose I have reservations about Heartgirl cause the more you let someone in, the bigger the hole they leave if they…leave. So I’m always the guy that bolts for any reason whatsoever – better to bolt before you get too attached. Maybe it’s too late. I rather like the quiet nights of my boring life. Sorry guys. Oh wait – I grew a beard. That’s about as exciting as my life gets these days.
Her: Do you miss it? The nightlife, the… Me: (interrupting) Not even a little bit.
I saw GES tonight for dinner at a new local spot and a movie at my pad.
Her: So, what do you think about you and me? Me: (pause) You’re catching me at a really weird point in my life. Her: (sighing) That’s the story of my life. I deserve more than what time you can spare. Me: (nodding) I know. (pause) You do.
When I see her, I feel guilty I’m not working; when I’m working, I feel guilty I’m not seeing her.
We’re supposed to see each other again. I’d like to, anyway. But she deserves someone who’s head is in the game.
One was sad. Berlingirl showed up unexpectedly – a nice surprise. Spent some time with her before she had to catch her flight. She said, I wish you a wonderful fall. (Ich wunsche dir einen wunderschonen Herbst).
Don’t think she knows how much that meant to me.
One was random. She gave me her digits and said,It was nice meeting you (Wo hen gaoxing renshi ni).
I’ve already lost the piece of paper – of course.
It was sad in a completely different way. She said, May you have a good year (L’shanah tovah tikatev v’taihatem).
Got a package in the mail the other day from The Laura. She had sent me some clothes because she mentioned that she had some in my size.
The thing is that we’ve only ever met three times and each time very briefly. So the gesture was all the more appreciated because it was so unwarranted. She even sent a lovely card.
Berlingirl stopped by on Sunday. She’s going home this week and I’m most likely in Syracuse by the time you read this so we won’t see each other again for a while.
But I told her that she has a friend in NYC if she ever comes back.
Me: It was nice meeting you too. Her: (smiling) Will you see that girl you like this week? Me: I hope so. Her: (She smiled, leaned in and gave me a kiss) Strange. I’ve never kissed a German-speaking, Chinese-American in a Mexican museum exhibit before. Me: And now you have. Her: (laughing) Yes, I have. I hope you have a happy life, Logan.
The world can be a nice place sometimes. I forget.
Ich vergesse so viel…aber du vergesse ich nie. Gute reise!
Saw a concert with Camera Obscura and The Last Town Chorus
Hopping on a 6AM train bound for Baltimore tomorrow. Exam.
Not ready but when are we ever for these tests we take in life?
Did go to that concert Friday at the seaport to see Camera Obscura. Opening act was The Last Town Chorus – that’s a pic of the lead singer, sorry so blurry, I was hella far away. They sang a cover of Bowie’s Modern Love.
Told the Grey-Eyed Girl I went with that I got dropped off by my party bus rental at the seaport and spent my prom night there. She got a kick outta that. Been in this @#$! town too long.
Speaking of towns, looks like she and I are heading for Friendsville – weird, it’s usually me driving there. Well, it happens.
Been on 20 dates with 14 girlies in 60 days. Plus I met two separate women on the way to the concert. Not sure I’m cut out for this modern love – I’ve essentially turbo-charged my disappointments and disappointing. Perhaps I’m just all charm and no substance.
Startin’ to think dating’s just an excuse for me to blow coin I ain’t got, time I don’t have and hope I can’t spare.
A girl I was seeing (past tense) invited me to see Grosse Point Blank with some of her friends and family on their roof and I’ve gotta say it was awesome. She didn’t stay long, she just wanted to know what it felt like to be dating a cowboy.
First of all, I love that film. If you haven’t seen it, you must. Think it was the last great movie Cusack was in – Pivin was great in it too. Holds up to the test of time.
Guess I also liked it because the whole experience was just fun.
It’s kinda disappointing when you meet and get along with someone’s family and friends. You never just stop seeing the person, you stop seeing everyone they came with too.
Names, faces, places? They all blend together to that soupy grey I hate so much.
Modern love is like shelf-stable food; kinda real, mostly not
Note to self: 48 oz of black coffee with DayQuil in one sitting is way too much caffeine.
Pardon me as I curl up and shake myself to death.
Actually posted a happy date story once. Of course that too went to hell but that’s neither here nor there. And I had two nice dates recently but one ended up as a figurative train wreck; the other, a literal car wreck.
A while back, I did see a girl I’ve was orbiting around for almost a year right before she got gone.
Me: Hey, just wondering if that invitation for lunch still open… Her: Hi! (pause) Did you ever work through your things? Me: (pause) In a manner of speaking. Her: What does that mean? Me: (thinking) There’s this river, Lethe, that the Greeks thought that, when you died, your spirit went there to drink from it so you could forget your former life and get on with your new one. Her: Okaaay…creepy…and… Me: (laughing) You’re trying to forget someone; I’m trying to forget someone. It’s like that song This Modern Love, Do you wanna come over and kill some time? Her: (laughing) This has got to be worst invitation for a date I’ve had since junior high. Me: I go for the superlative. (pause) So…you wanna come over and kill some time? Her: (thinking) Sure.
Interestingly, in classical Greek, lethe could also mean the opposite of truth; the opposite of real.
This modern love is like lactose-free, shelf-stable, non-fat, non-dairy cream.
All the trappings of the real thing without a drop of it.
Not even a drop.
She’s a sweetheart. I hope she finds something someone real.
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.