I once randomly met a woman I dated for over a year at a cocktail party on 76th Street.
Met another woman who stood outside a phone booth in Columbia waiting to make a phone call.
Met yet another one who sat on a park bench north of Astor Place.
And I met Blue Jean Eyes in a random class in a random school at a random moment in my, admittedly, random life.
That last one ended just as randomly the other day. I think. There’s definitely something about her and me that I just can’t put my finger on. While it takes two people to get into a relationship, it only takes one to get out of it.
But you knew that.
I’m ok, though. I was hoping for a nice summer at least but you take life as it comes. She’s great. I wish her only every good thing.
As for me, I’ve dusted myself off, gave Gio and the guys a call and got out and about. Had a weekend that I barely remember and a Monday night in front of another blue-eyed girl who told me I was having a great time.
I read once that the Universe expands by a billion miles in all directions every hour.
Isn’t the intersection of fate and luck fascinating?
Well, sad and disappointing at times, but fascinating nonetheless.
Just walked in the door from drinks with Nadi, who always makes me laugh, even when I’m as sick as a dog. As I’m sobering up, I hope I didn’t say too much but I’m sure I did. Something else for some other time. She’s looking for something too. I wish I could help her find it.
As for me, I’ll be 34 shortly, so I present three separate conversations from people I met recently:
Her: Oh you went to Cornell too? Me: Yep, class of 1993. Her: (pause) I think I was in first grade then. Me: (sigh) I think that’s my phone…
Her: 1993? Me: Yeah, why? Her: (counting) Man, I was nine then. Me: (sigh) Dark rum on the rocks with a slice of orange. Keep ’em coming. Her: (pause) We don’t have oranges Me: Of course.
Him: You graduated high school in 1990? Me: Yep. Him: (pause) Wow, that’s when I was born. Me: (sigh) Look at the time… Him: (confused) Dude, you’re not even wearing a watch.
But I still know what time it is.
Location: @2:32 AM, spilling secrets on 72nd with an old friend and new
Music: And feel over the rainbow
Today is Easter and I should be off to church but I’m not feeling well. I’ll try to make the evening service. Easter is all about renewal and I could use some right now.
It’s my own fault for not feeling well; I went out last night with my brother and friends, mainly because things are going on with me that I’m trying to sort out. Too much to go into now and I’m in no condition to elucidate but I will. I always do. So last night, I both bent time and caught a cold.
Ooooh, my aching head.
In the meanwhile, Rain and I shot another teaser for the other night – we’ll be archiving them at: www.72canal.com.
I’m back to fixing mode with my life but all is good OK.
This is 72nd to Canal, something I’m working on with Rain. It’s one of my projects that I’ve been talking about: www.72canal.com – (note: as of 2013.01.01, it’s dead). I’ve others. However, this is the project that makes me the most excited.
No loot. No potential ladies. But there is laughter.
Well, it makes me laugh; maybe it’ll make you laugh too. If you do laugh, join our mailing list
If you don’t laugh, you may be a commie.
I started this blog and this project for the same reason; if you’ve been reading, you know why, if not, why depress you now? No worries, I’ll be morose and overly maudlin again soon enough.
It always comes down on me.
But until then, I’m going to enjoy the spring and this little project of mine.
Her: How’ve you been? Me: Insanely busy, Nadi. I hate it. How’s unemployment? Her: Good. Weird. Me: Well, now you can enjoy having a personal life again. Her: Yeah. Lorelei said that she would introduce me to a nice girl Saturday. Me: Wait, girl? Her: Boy, girl, either one is fine with me. Just someone nice, kinda cool, good looking enough so I’m not repulsed. You know? Me: (pause) I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m a little turned on right now. Her: … Me: What? I’m still a dude, this is how we think. Her: Fine, just don’t put this in your stupid blog.
It’s easier to start new things than try to replace old things
My tub faucet sprung a leak the other day so I decided it was time to fix it.
I’m always trying to fix things in my life.
My car, my finances, my computer, my body, my love life – the list goes on. I decided just the other day to repair my relationship with my lower abs. We’ve kept in touch but I’ve just not seen them in six months.
Spent almost all of last summer trying to fix my hellish relationship with my ex.
As an aside, it would have been nice if she told me that it was not only broken but that she had already given speaking lines to three other drivers (whom I don’t think have seen any of their abs in decades, one word: flexbelt; of course, it’s not just about looks, to their credit they’re also dull as rock soup).
Sorry, just snarky because I’ve got a drip that’s driving me mad.
Point is, fixing is different than building. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to build. This spring I’m building things with old friends and new.