You think your dating life is bad?
Had a late dinner and a bit to drink with Hazel and Locationgirl.
Probably have a 50/50 ratio of male/female friends. For me, there’s a clear line of demarcation between friends and lovers, potential or otherwise (of course that’s exactly what my ex said to me and that turned out to be total crap).
Still, it’s great being able to have feminine sounding boards. Consider the recent conversation between Casey and myself:
Her: You think your dating life is bad? On date three, a guy asked me to show up wearing a Halloween costume.
Me: No way! What’d you say?
Her: I said “F___ no!”
Me: Nice. Strong work there, Case.
Her: Yeah, and then just the other day he contacted me to ask if I had a Maid’s…
Me: (interrupting) Wait, you answered?
Her: (pause) Yea, I guess I shouldn’t have.
I’ve said it before, relationships are hard. You do what you can, when you can.
For me, life is…confusing. At least I’m not the only one who’s confused.
Location: @10PM, in front of pitcher three
Music: another chance and a someday soon, Shining like the Alabama moon
Thus ends my first post breakup relationship
Her: I love you.
Me: Ah, if only you did.
Well, that all went to hell.
But to quote a close friend:
It’s better to be the star of your own movie than have a cameo in someone else’s.
I did that the last time around.
This time, no matter how much I wish it weren’t so, I decided that I’d rather be by myself than play a cameo ever again.
I know I’m not perfect
(trust me, I’ve checked)
but I’m good enough to be
Once a lifetime,
no matter how I feel,
once a lifetime,
it’s enough for me.
Sigh. Those blue eyes though…
Location: @6:12 PM, saying goodbye to the east side
Music: I wish that I, that I could stay
Sometimes I do something good
Had that date finally.
Me: So what do you think?
Her: (after thinking) You did good.
Me: (laughing) I suppose it’s about time I did.
Location: @2PM, waiting in the doctor’s office,
Music: I know now that I’m way down on your line
Sometimes dreams seem so real, and we wish they were
Had a dream the other night that seemed so real.
Was in an old apartment I had and someone was washing the dishes. I came up behind her and tapped her shoulder and a face I haven’t seen in a while turned around to smile at me.
Her: (drying hands) You ok?
Me: What are you doing here?
Her: (laughing) I live here. Why? Are you trying to tell me something?
Me: You live here?
Her: Yes, I live here.
Me: Are we happy?
Her: What the hell’s wrong with you? The question is, are you happy?
Me: I am.
Her: Then what’s wrong?
Me: Not a thing. Everything is…everything is right.
Then I woke up.
I so didn’t want to wake up.
Location: @1:23AM, showering before bed
Music: I’m so free…No black and white in the blue
You pay a price for the things you do
Me: Do you remember hitting me on New Years?
Her: I hit you?! Why?
Me: Well, someone, not me, grabbed your butt and you turned to me and you were all pissed. You asked, “Did you grab my butt?” And I said, “No.”
Her: Did you grab my butt?
Her: Then what happened?
Me: Then I grabbed your butt. And you immediately slapped me.
Her: (pause) Was it any good?
Me: (pause) Yes. It was totally worth it.
We then both laughed. My friends are awesome. She thinks I’m in love with her, I think she’s in love with me. We’re both wrong – a good thing.
We’ll be friends for a long time.
Location: @12:25, Glitter and Doom @ 1000 Fifth Avenue
Music: Somehow, I lost my way, looking to see something in your eyes
The one where I met another blogger
Heart in hand, I made my way to the west side uptown line. I haven’t taken a cab by myself in a while and I feel it’s somewhat wasteful. Plus the walking always clears my mind.
I was in the subway and this very small woman had a bag covering her hand so that she didn’t have to hold onto the railing.
Not that I blame her, I would do the same thing; there’s 4.7 million subway riders a day. That’s more people than most cities have. You’ve gotta figure someone has something nasty.
But the thing was that this woman had a tiny, tiny sandwich bag around her tiny, tiny hand. I looked at her, then at this pretty blond sitting across from she and we both laughed. The blond took out a pen and a pad and wrote out something. We then reached my stop and the blond exited also.
I had to ask.
Me: Did you write about that woman?
Her: Yes, not that I blame her, I would do the same thing. I have a blog about the subway…
Me: Funny you say that, it just so happens…
We exchanged blog information, which I think is so comically modern (note that this is all at two or three in the morning). If you’re at all interested, her blog is here.
Yes, I am a complete dweeb. But, I would like to point out that you are reading the blog of a complete dweeb.
The lack of sleep is making me rude.
Location: knee-deep in computer parts
Music: I just couldn’t take the hurt again, What a feeling
Met this young lady out-and-about and said exactly the wrong things
Saturday night, I went out to see a band play in Brooklyn, which ended up being hella fun. Course, had to up and ruin the night for myself.
Everything was going fine until we hopped a cab back into the City and ended up at a pizza joint downtown. I sitting to the side and when this very attractive blond comes in and sits down next to me. I’m not sure how we started talking but I find out that she’s from Florida, works with on a network program and is recently divorced. Somehow got her to also trade driver’s licenses with me and I realize that she’s six years younger than me. And divorced! Crazy.
We’re chatting a bit more and then she tells me that she’s going to eat more pizza. Scoff and tell her that women always think they can eat a lot but they never can, to which she tells me, “I can eat you under the table.” She goes and gets another slice and it’s just then my friends decide to leave. When she gets back, I’ve got my jacket on. Here’s the rest of the conversation:
Her: Oh, you’re leaving?
Me: Yeah, my friends are going.
Her: Do you go everywhere your friends go?
Me (wait for it): Well, we’re catching a cab uptown so, yes.
Did take down her number and I’m debating if it’s worth calling her at this point.
Oh who am I kidding – I’m calling…
20061024 UPDATE – Check that; I’ve lost her number.
I’m my own worst enemy.
Location: @8:15 – half breath, sight, pull
Music: the colors mix together to grey and it breaks her heart