I’m wearing a shirt that says, Do I Look Like a F___ People Person?
Made it home yesterday. Met two women on their way home too but home for them was Boston. Such is my luck.
It was dismal outside. Was gonna stay in when my flatmate reminded me that the reason I rushed home was to enjoy the Fourth. So I met up with my friend L. As you would expect, I totally missed the whole East Side Fireworks display but she and I did go out with some friends to eat.
Afterwards, I walked her home and got drenched. Totally soaked. So I took a shower at her place, borrowed this dead-sexy shirt, and crawled onto her sofa to crash. Her roommate Locationgirl was there and asked me over and over “Why are you here?” Didn’t understand the question until after they went to bed.
She meant, What are you doing here with L?
So I lay there for a bit and the ticking of the fan and the thunder kept me up. After about two hours of that, the rain finally stopped and I gave up trying to sleep. I left L a note, quietly left, took a cab back up to my pad and am about to crawl off and lie awake in my own bed.
Nadi: Oh god, why don’t you ever write about when you actually succeed? Me: What’s the fun there? Met a girl, we hooked up, blah, blah, blah. There’s no story there. Plus, you know I don’t kiss and tell. Nadi: At least put something there. It’s depressing otherwise. Me: There’s a fine line between hopeless romantic womanizer and sleezeball player. Nadi: But it always sounds like, “Oh poor sad sack Logan screwed up with another girl.” Me: Maybe I’ll put up a 10-to-1 ratio of…wait…sad sack? Nadi: A ratio might be… Me: Sad sack?! Nadi: Look, all I’m saying is… Me: Whaddya mean, sad sack?! Do people feel sorry… Nadi: FOCUS, LOGAN!
May be focusing too much at times. How’s your dating life going?
Was out with Nadi the other night and I met this pretty girlie.
Her: We should go to the Met or something the next time I’m in town. Me: Sure. Where you going? Her: Upstate. I’m staying with the rents over summer break. I just finished my first year in college. Me: (surprised) You just what? How old do you think I am? And how old are you? Her: 19. Why? How old are you? 26? Me: (pause) Not even close, darling.
Eyes. I’m a sucker for a set of pretty eyes.
Well, it’s nice knowing I look young.
Spoke to Nadi earlier and I’ll post our conversation in the morning or afternoon before I step onto the plane.
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.
(c) Cindy Lee – this pic and the one in my pictures section are the only good photos I got (send me some if you’ve got)
Despite the weather and a few hiccups ahead of time, the show went well. All-in-all, I was surprised at who came and who didn’t. Quite an eye-opener.
Still, we had laughs, we had rum, what could be bad? OK, I did send a drunken text to Blue Jean Eyes, but besides that, what could be bad? (Oh, like you’ve never done that).
Wish I had more pictures but I was far too comfortably numb to remember to take any.
We’re still working on editing the show somewhat for public distribution on Saturday so please do check in with us then?
Was thinking about my post from yesterday. You know, even if I did take this blog down and delete everything I could, I’ve still got all the online stuff I’ve done with Rain. I’d have to kill him to erase everything about me.
And we all know that I’d be the first guy the rollers would look for if he had any type of “accident.”
On that note, if anything ever happens to me, look for someone that looks like this:
Someone just sang to me. It was very sweet. It just happened so I guess I’ll write about it later.
Spent the day returning to my normal life. Last week was…interesting, to say the least. I think my earliest night ended at 1 AM. Here’s a brief recap:
Had dinner on Tuesday with a potential candidate for NYS Senator – I’m going to be his internet strategist.
Was out until 3AM drinking rum in the middle of the week with the third ranked amateur middleweight NHB fighter in the country. The night ended when we tried to pick fights with bigger people (ok, that didn’t happen – but just imagine!)
Traveled upstate to visit a burned out building and a vast tract of land.
Spent four hours in the gym in one day.
Slept a total of 30 hours for the week.
Got elbowed in the head (accident) and I actually saw those birds you see in the cartoons.
Quite a week – it’s only Monday and I’ve already a song in my head.
I cut my hair finally because we shot all my scenes for 72nd to Canal. Psyched. I hated that haircut.
To continue in the vein of my Monday post, my friends have been mocking me incessantly about how I hold my left hand when I stand. It’s worse when I’m out and about.
I never noticed it until they mentioned it. I think it’s because of my fencing class because I don’t do it with my right hand.
Speaking of my fencing class, I met this brown-eyed girl outside of it whom I’m sure is from NJ:
Her: (concerned and eyeing what’s in my hand) I’m sorry, do you live here? Me: No, I take a fencing class here. Don’t worry, it’s not real. Her: (relieved) Oh, that’s great, do you like it? (15 minutes of conversation later) Me: I’m sorry, this is going to sound like a weird question, but are you a vegetarian? Her: (laughing) That is a weird question! I’m actually a pescatarian, that means… Me: (nodding) …you only eat fish. Right. Her: I’d better let you get to your class, Logan. See you around? Me: See you around, Jen.
Friday I spent quietly at home because I went out Monday and Thursday of last week.
Saturday was a different story:
7AM – 2PM Work
2PM – 4PM fencing
4PM – 7PM dinner party
7PM – 9PM speed dating thing (I didn’t participate, I was just catching up with a friend that ran the event)
10PM – 11PM Birthday party
11PM – 3AM Club
3AM – 7AM Extracurricular activity
I’d put in more details but I’m still trying to remember them.
Been running into ex-girlfriends in the oddest of ways. In a manner of speaking.
At the speed dating thing, I met a girl that knew my first girlfriend. She told me that my ex was still single. For some reason, that didn’t surprise me.
The birthday party was full of girls that actually stayed at my house 10 years ago, (wait for it) for a church retreat sponsored by my third girlfriend. They’re all about 26-28 now. Quite weird. They told me that my third girlfriend is married, pregnant and happy. I’m glad to hear.
I just got home about 15 minutes ago and in my in box is an email from another ex-girlfriend from Europe. She’s going to send me some pictures of my time in Europe. She’s a sweetheart.