Him: All expenses paid. Interested? Me: What am I an idiot? I’m in.
If I get it (or I don’t) I’ll tell you soon. Friday at the latest.
Was out a lot this weekend. Hazel, Bryson, Gio and I went out till 4AM on Thursday night (when I met this girl) and then my brother was in town for the weekend.
I need a weekend for my weekend.
The Grey-Eyed Girl invited a bunch of us out to a party the other day. It was for an ivy league grad thingy and I assumed everyone there was from NYC.
So I end up spending some time with these two really nice girls. Here’s our conversation after we swap info.
Me: So if you’re 24, I’ve gotta think your friend’s like 18. Girl1: She’s 28. Me: (shocked) You’re kidding me. Girl2: It’s the Asian genes. Me: (nodding) Nice. Girl2: So what are you? 24? Me: (laughing) 34. Girl2: (shocked) You’re kidding me. Me: It’s the Asian genes. Girl2: (nodding) Nice. Me: So are you here for the birthday party? Girl1: Oh no, we’re just in town from Boston for the weekend. Me: (laughing) Of course you are.
Heard my name on the loudspeaker a coupla times before it fully registered. I rose, grabbed my bag and ran the 30 feet to the gate. The pretty girl at the gate laughed because she said she noticed me staring out at the planes the whole time but assumed I was waiting for the next flight.
Go, go, go, she said.
Threw her a wink and a smile as I went, went, went.
Right now I’m in another nondescript upstate hotel room by myself listening to sad songs with only you, Tupac and the light from my screen for company. I’m remembering things and people I don’t wanna remember but I can’t forget.
And still I rise…
Location: 13601, talking to Somena
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Client: I need you in Syracuse next week. (pause) Think of it as a roadtrip. Me: (scoffing) Sheeyah…
Conversations with a friend:
Him: So basically, we’d be renting out small dogs for guys that wanna meet chicks. Me: Well, what’s gonna happen when the betty actually shows up at the guy’s house and there’s no dog? Him: That’s the brilliant part, he can just go, “Oh, Spike got hit by a car.” Then he also gets the sympathy vote too. Me: Well, that’s just insane. Him: Plus imagine we get a dog with only three legs. (pause) That’d be like…like gold! Me: You’re going to hell.
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?