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You’re fun

Come back. Like I said, you’re fun.

 

Went out to eat with Rain, Furison and some other people the other night. Furison was nice enough to bring me to a place that could serve dark rum with a slice of orange. I’ve been so busy, I never thanked her. Fun and interesting.

Also interesting was the conversation I had with the Natalie Portman-like waitress before I left. I preface this conversation with the fact that I shook her hand before we spoke and she’s holding my hand throughout the entire exchange.

Her: You should come back.
Me: This is about four pay grades higher than where I normally eat. Six if I’m honest. Why?
Her: You’re fun.
Me: I’m not sure how I should take that. I suppose I should start hitting on you.
Her: (laugh) Smooth. You’re cute but…I like the girlies.
Me: (pause) No kidding. Can I convince you to swing for the other team?
Her: (thinking) Well, what if I were Brad Pitt and I asked you the same thing?
Me: Point taken, Natalie. See you around?
Her: Come back, Logan. I’m here. Like I said, you’re fun.

Then she let go of my hand and I left.

Barrel o’laughs, me. Fun Logan.

Yeah.

That’s me.

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Wedding season (for me) is finally over.

Location: -3 hrs, my last wedding
Mood: sick
Music: I think I can make it now
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Ed Koch

Met another girl and Ed Koch

He was the absolute nicest guy. I also met Governor Hugh Carey and Queens Borough President Helen M. Marshall but it was more interesting for me to meet Koch because he was the mayor I remember from childhood.

Look terrible but I’m jazzed. It’s a pretty cool gig.

It’s blurry in my head, but the picture’s clear, so I know it happened.

Sometimes I’m not sure.

I’m sleepwalking through my life again.

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Whether or not I join a board (and I put up a profile just to see and it’s getting weird already), I’m sure I’ll still be able to entertain you with my offline ridiculousness.

Me: I’m sorry, where’s the bathroom?
Her: Around the corner there. See the sign?
Me: What sign?
Her: That sign, the sign with the little guy where it says “Men.”
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m still learning to read. I’m up to “X” though, so I’m almost there.
Her: (pause, confused, then laugh) Smart-ass.
Me: (laugh) You’re a little argumentative.
Her: No I’m not!
Me: (pause) Yes…you’re not argumentative at all.

She asked me for a card. I told her I didn’t have one. Really didn’t.

Plus, she wasn’t my type and I’m just too tired to even attempt to be entertaining.

I need to sleep.

Location: in my childhood bed
Mood: cranky
Music: I’m not the man they think I am at home
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72nd to Canal Episode 1 – Part 4

The last episode of our webseries


Had a really late night (again). Scrambling to catch up. Insanely busy.

Last part of 72nd to Canal above – so sad. Pimp us!

Met a designer as well as a writer last night. Interesting. The writer’s a non-NJ, non-pescetarian/vegetarian, local girl that’s under 5’7″.

Well now, wonder what that means?

No time to figure it out now.

Location: @3AM, on 5th Ave and 48th Street
Mood: insanely busy
Music: Shucks, for me there is no other You’re the only shoe that fits
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72nd to Canal Episode 1 – Part 3

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.

Location: about to get ready to run in park
Mood: sleepy
Music: If I don’t get some shelter, oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
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Istanbul (or Constantinople)

I’m meeting a lot of pescetarians lately

I’ve had the worst sleep schedule these days. Plus I’ve got a full social roster this week. Luck of the draw, really. I decided not to go to the Ed Koch banquet and instead meet up with some friends for a small social thing. I’m sure Ms. Right will be somewhere in that banquet, however, I’m a mess.

But I digress.

Topic from last post: girlie. Here’s the interesting thing about her:

  1. She’s a full-on vegetarian. Not even a hint of fish. That’s six in a row.
  2. She also over 5’7″ That’s five in a row.
  3. She’s also a multiple pet owner. That’s three in a row.
  4. She has the same name as No. 7. That’s two in a row.

But she is NOT from New Jersey. Ah, something different. She is, however, from another country. Just my luck, eh?

The next girl I meet will just eat nuts & grass and live in Istanbul (or Constantinople). I know it.

Seriously, I need to know: Is it me?

Maybe it’s my cologne.

No, it must be me.
Location: in the office you see in the first part of the sitcom
Mood: insanely busy
Music: I’ll be out Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
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72nd to Canal Episode 1 – Part 2

Let’s have a code, you and I

Met a nice girl recently. She lives…quite far away. Thus, no shiny future for the two us. Sad, really.

Still, another pretty friend in the world is nothing to shake a stick at.

And we both know that I’m the type of guy just that’ll just up and go someday.

Let’s have a code, you and I; should I ever just leave suddenly, I’ll post Gone Fishing!

Nothing else.

Then you’ll know.

You’ll know I cashed in those miles, packed my bags, sold the car, gave away Harold and the fish, and left. I’d be elsewhere.

Actually, I’d bring Harold.

I think he’d like to see the world too.

Location: nowhere special
Mood: cloudy
Music: I’m tired of whys choking on whys Just need a little because
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You’re kidding me / PB&J

My Ex stopped by and peeked into my fridge

A bachelor's refridgerator

Got a gig to go to fancy dinners and chat with rich people.

Him: You really don’t know? They want you because of how you look.
Me: (surprised) You’re kidding me. What about my resume?
Him: (shrugging) Didn’t even look at it. You’re meeting Ed Koch on Wednesday. Free up your nights, wear a suit and don’t bring a date. Oh…don’t get fat.

After a breakup, I tend to get hit on more. Even Gio noticed people looking at me tonight. I think it’s the lack of sleep, plus, I don’t eat much when I’m single. It’s nice but my hands are shaking again.

I’m usually the icebreaker of my friends. Some of them (not Gio) “love” the women I’m with but the moment I’m single, they tell me things like, “Oh, I never liked her,” to get me back in the scene.

Ugh. I hate that. I hate gossip folk.

My exes weren’t perfect but I was with them for a reason.

Speaking of which, The Ex stopped by unexpectedly on Sunday night to pick up some of her things.

For some reason, she looked in the fridge. All it had was protein shakes, rum and PB&J. She laughed when she opened up the freezer and saw the Mac & Cheese and all the veggie burgers.

Wish I could tell you something terribly interesting happened when she was here. She looked amazing. But I’d be lying.

You know, I could survive on protein shakes, rum and PB&J.

Maybe even just the rum.

Location: @8PM, my favorite dive bar w/Gio
Mood: irritated
Music: Then I’ll just be waiting here right here

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It doesn’t matter

If you don’t know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter what road you take

Traffic sign in Flushing Queens, NY.

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
“Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” was his response.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”

Had quite the weekend because of the show but that’s tomorrow’s entry.

So I considered locking this blog and or not writing anymore, but then again, rum and women notwithstanding, I live a fairly boring life.

I’m surprised you’re still here.

Decided to continue writing as usual. Pretty much made all my choices and so much of my life is out there already. It’s like putting toothpaste back into a tube. Anyway, writing is for public consumption. Anything else, and you’re just a nutcase with a notebook. Here’re my thoughts:

  • Regarding potential women, we both know that my love life’s a train wreck all on its own, with or without this blog.
  • Regarding past women, there’s a reason they and I live separate lives. After some thinking, I’m assuming that since they want no part of my life, why would they read about it?*
  • Regarding employment, I’ve essentially not had a real job since 1999. Why start now?

While I’m writing about the show tomorrow, I gotta mention that Furison came and said that I was absurdly hot. This brings the total number of times, I’ve been called that to…1. She said other nice things about 72nd to Canal but, let’s be honest, I only saw absurdly hot and eye-candy mainstay.

Her comments on my pictures do shed light to this blog entry; oh well, it’s still not a bad way to start the week.

Not a bad way at all.

*Coincidentally, I just had a woman from my past visit me – I guess I’ll have write about that later too.

Location: 7:30PM Yest, standing in church by myself
Mood: surprised
Music: the finish line’s a good place we could start

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I need to sleep

Meeting more and more people

Hello! I am 34 and trying to find my way through the world; if you’ve already made it, won’t draw me a map? I’m here and I’m trying to get there.

When I sober up tomorrow, I’m sure that’ll all make perfect sense.

Until then, I have my red, red rum to help me forget all the other colours.

Then again, if I had a better story, would I be writing this to you?

Location: some small bar in some small world
Mood: inebriated
Music: hold on Just give me something

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Bread & Tulips

There are two myths regarding King Midas

Been having nightmares. The kind where you wake up in a sweat.

You know the story of King Midas and the golden touch, yeah? He’s got a lesser known story. His servant knew a secret of Midas and couldn’t bear it. So the servant whispered it to a bed of reeds but the reeds told the world.

I meet people all the time. The last several weeks have been blurs of What’s your story, morning glory? But nothing ever comes of them because of the things in my head. So many things.

When I’m out and about, I’m innocuous and easy without a hint of depth; like Wonder Bread.

Had a recent conversation with a girl I reconnected with. We got onto the topic of regrets somehow and I told her it was the story of my life. She asked, “What could you really have done that was so bad?”

Against my normal character, I told her the least of it and she looked back at me with a face I’ve seen many times before.

Threw her a wink and a smile and that was the end of it.

For her, anyway.

There are no reeds I know of in my fine city (s’ok, they’re gossip folk anyway) so I leaned over and whispered my dirty to some tulips in Central Park on Sunday.

Let’s hope they can keep a secret.

Location: @3PM, Sunday, Strawberry Fields
Mood: sleepy
Music: If I don’t get some shelter, oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away