Him: So, are you a partner somewhere yet? Me: Not so much. (pause) I’m writing, actually. Him: Oh. That’s…cool. Are you and that girl married now? Me: Well, she’s married. Not to me though. Kid any day now. Him: Oh! (pause) Are you happy at least? Me: (thinking) I’m happy in my head.
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?
This is what my desk looks like right this minute.
Please note that my passport, rum and gum are within easy access should I need to bolt. You can barely see it, but the hardcover book behind my screen is A Cricket in Times Square. On that note, the other books are travel books for places I will never see.
What does yours look like and what’s the most interesting thing there?
Been looking at my passport like a guy looks at his girl
I just found out that Blue Jean Eyes reads my journal. Interesting.
She also told me that she’s already signed up for a dating website looking for a Jewish, vegetarian version of me. Also…interesting.
I don’t believe those options are available on my particular make/model. Odd comes standard, though.
A lot of women from my past seem to be popping up in my life lately. I miss some aspect of all of them, I think. Europegirl is now UKgirl, French-Koreangirl is happily occupied and No. 6 is…still No. 6.
In the meanwhile, I’ve been looking at my passport like a guy looks at a pic of his chick.
I’m heading to SFO in May (I lost my place to crash so if you’ve got a couch in SF in May, drop me a line: logan607 at hotmail). Some friends are going to Montreal and I just got an invitation to Las Vegas in June.
Outside it’s cloudy in New York, but in my head, it’s sunny elsewhere.
Suppose we all want to get to the other side of something
(c) Someone else
My ex-girlfriend from Europe dropped me a line yesterday. It was good to hear from her. As always she said little except that she’s doing well, seeing someone, and happy. I’m glad.
It would be nice to hear how the other is doing occasionally, as there was a time when we were very close.
True. It was a lifetime ago – before planes hit buildings in my fine city and burned them to the #$@#$ ground.
Remember driving to this drawbridge in her tiny town outside Denmark and waiting for the bridge to come down so we could get to the other side. I liked being there; actually, I like being elsewhere, which is quite different from being somewhere.
On that note, I just bought tickets for the left coast. SFO.
I’ll need a place to crash for a weekend so if anyone has a spare couch in May, I’m there. I’d cook dinner in exchange for some hospitality. If you’re a pescatarian, I’ll buy/make some mac & cheese.
It’ll be good to see the California sun again; I missed her, though I’m sure she didn’t notice I was gone.