My favourite line in Forrest Gump is when he goes, I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. I thought about that with a girl I met up with recently and a girl I haven’t seen in a little while.
Her: Because I know. Me: What do you mean? Her: I know what it’s like when a guy’s crazy in love with me. I’ve had crazy love before, where I know, he’s only thinking of me. Now it’s the worst because I compare every guy to him. He’s ruined me. It’s my curse. Because now I know what it could be – what it should be… (after another half hour, I kissed her on the cheek and got up to go) You don’t have to go, you know. Me: (laughing) We both know I do.
Been out and about a lot these days. It’s the luck of the draw. Just how it happens.
I wanted to tell you a happy story but tell me that these aren’t more interesting?
It’s good not to have to worry about money for a bit
Me: Look, I’m sorry, I can’t go, I just got back Friday. Client: You gotta go. We’ll pay you $XXXX. Me: You’re not hearing me: (emphatically) I…just…got…wait…you’ll pay me how much? Client: $XXXX. Me: Total? Client: Each. Me: EACH!? EACH!? (pause) Do I have to kill someone? Client: (pause) Um…not unless you wanna.
Just booked the flight. Each red rectangle you see above is an appointment. I’ll wear my happy face.
I’m tired but summer’s when I make most of the scratch I need for the year so I guess I gotta.
Eh…it’ll be good to not have to sweat coin for a bit.
I had an amazing weekend with some great stories and no time to sort it all out. I’ll tell you though. After I sort.
Was at a bar with El and some friends. Met a girl from Cali too, whom I guess I’ll just call Caligirl.
The bartender had a single orange so that I could have my usual poison. Ergo, you know I had a good night.
Meant to post this a while ago but I thought it was too long. It’s my definition:
When I was 15, my best friend, Kevin, told me that my girl Diana cheated on me. We never spoke, I just shut her out. Stupid kid stuff.
Maybe a decade later, I drove by her home and, for some reason, I rang her doorbell. I expected her to slap me when she answered the door; instead, she let me in, gave me a smile and an apron. She had this huge bar of chocolate that she told me to chop for cookies.
So I went in and started chopping.
After a bit, I asked her, half-jokingly, what happened between us.
She stopped and answered:
You listened to Kevin but we both know that he was the first guy to ask me out after we broke up. So that makes you an idiot. I never cheated on you, you know that. I was your biggest fan. That makes me an idiot. You never stood up for me and I didn’t understand why, because I was kind to you. I was on your side but you weren’t on mine.
Why weren’t you?
I had no answer. Almost twenty years after the fact, I still have no answer. I don’t remember anything else but I remember what she said.
That conversation started me off in being who I am now. In fact, I learned the phrases biggest fan and on your side that day.
…course, if I make soup, I gotta freeze some and I’ve still got all those packs of mac ‘n cheese and veggie burgers. No, the chicken cutlets were the right call. They’re flat so…
Guy: Hey. Hey! HEY! DUDE! Me: (stopping) Huh? Me? Guy: Yeah. Dude, you’re that guy from that websitcom, right? 72nd something? Me: (laughing) 72nd to Canal. Did you watch it? Guy: Yeah, you’re that jackass lawyer guy, Lorin? Me: I am that jackass lawyer guy. And my real name is Logan. Good eye. Guy: Keep up the good work, I liked it. Me: (shaking his hand) Thanks, man, really. That’s cool. (we walk away)
…I can keep them in fridge. Shoot, I gotta leave some bread out tonight for breadcrumbs. Guess I’ll make them tomorrow. I really gotta clean out my freezer. I wonder if…
To continue from my last post, there’s this movie people either love or hate: Bride with White Hair. In it, the protagonist jokingly promised his chick that he would get her a flower one day that only bloomed once every twenty years on a snow-capped mountaintop. Later in the story, he betrays her.
To make amends, he sits in the snow, alone, in front of this plant for ten years, waiting for it to bloom. For her. Fool boy.
A friend recently gave me a drunken compliment: Logan’s got his issues but he’s f___ing loyal. If I was locked up in a cell in Panama and I had one call, he’d be it.
See, anything bad that could happen starts with disloyalty, yeah?
Cheating, lying, stealing, it all starts from there. You can’t get there without being disloyal first.
The goods? Love, respect, trust – you can’t get there without being loyal first.
That’s why I’ve never cheated on anyone. It’s also why I never speak ill of anyone after we break up. At it’s most basic, it’s disloyal.
Unless the reason we broke up comes from disloyalty. Then, screw it. Screw them.
Yeah, I got my faults. I got a whole blog of faults. But what he said made my drunken night.
Cause the people that know me, they know I’d sit on a mountain top and wait. It might be a mountain of brick and mortar, but there I’d be.
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.