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.

Her: (surpised) 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?

Thanks so much for all of you that have seen the show and hit that Digg button, much appreciated!

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.

I've got close to 500 page views a day on this blog, over 500 views of the video...and only 17 people have clicked the Digg button? Did you guys just not like the show?

Click it. You know you wanna.

I met a nice girl recently. She lives...quite far away. Thus, no shiny future for the two us. Sad, really. Plus I'm still thinking...oh, you're a bright kid, I'm sure you can figure it out.

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.

Isn't it pretty?

72nd to Canal is UP!

I'm going to have YouTube links to the site for Monday's post, I'm just too beat today. I'll tell you why later.

Please watch the and let me know what you think! On the botton of the page is a "DIGG" counter - I would appreciate it greatly if you clicked that link (please).

Finally, if you help us pimp the show, by linking, forwarding, emailing, whatnot, that'd be greatly appreciated too.

I had dinner with a woman I had met a few times in the past the other night.

I was just meeting up as friends; I don't know if she had other plans but things worked themselves out on their own.


Dinner was cold.

The food was fine.

The dinner itself was cold.

The show's coming out tomorrow so I'll post again this weekend or today.

Back in the day, No 6. hated that mirror so I put it away. As luck would have it, I had just brought it out, dusted it off and put it up when she arrived last Sunday.

I spoke to the girl with eyes like faded jeans today who sent me back my jacket in the crumpled pink box in the picture. I should start referring to her as (lucky) No. 7, which turned out to be nothing.

We broke up twice before and each time, she felt I moved on too quickly. This time, I waited and made sure this is what she wanted. Yes.

We broke up because of an argument. I learned the hard way that it's better to have honest disagreements than pretty lies. She wants someone who doesn't argue with her and I guess that's possible but I can't see how real a relationship that could be.

Her past relationships have been rough on her and now I think I know why. Easy is fake; hard is real. Such is life.

I was going to tell her when I reconsidered. She would have just disagreed with me and that's a losing bet. She's not my girl anymore.

Me? I met up with a girl who's leaving town. She loves a brown-eyed man on the other side of the world and I love a blue-eyed girl on the other side of NYC.

We're perfect for each other - except that we're not.

With enough rum, we are.

Looking back at all my posts this week, you must think I'm conceited. My friends always catch me staring at myself in mirrors. I'm not staring because I'm vain. I'm staring because I'm always surprised.

Because, in my head, I don't look like that at all.

In my head, I look like this.

Bye, Gertie - be good. Remember me?

I'll remember you.

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


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, No. 6 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.

I 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.

This is a mixture of two recent conversations I had:


It was a beautiful day. I made some scratch, took a weird gig, got hit on a few times, had some rum - the usual spring twirl.

I'm disappointed but still hopeful.

Because you can never tell what time and tide brings.

I 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.

I decided to continue writing as usual. I 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.

There's a new book called Send which basically says, think twice before you do anything online as once it's up, it's there forever. This is turning out to be very disturbingly true:

I did work for a short film, Cycle, years ago. Apparently it's being shown someplace because I got a email from a girl asking me if I was the same Logan Lo.

Someone else said that she read about me from a random article in a local paper.

Weirdest is this: the original post from May 1st is in an online archive! I couldn't sleep that night so I made an audio entry but deleted the file and changed the entry because I wasn't sure if she was going to be in the picture or not.

Turns out I was right; fifteen days later, we're total strangers.

I just Googled my name and this blog showed up.

I'm getting a sinking feeling that if I ever look for a job (or a chick), I'm screwed.

I should re-think this blog, maybe...

12:06:43 AM

Anyone that's read this blog knows that I think people, as a whole, are scumbags. Individually, though, there're some great ones.

As I mentioned before, Jaerik took it upon himself to pimp out the show as did AZN Concerts. So_yun sent us a check outta pity and Evul bought four tickets for the same reason even though he can't come - we're not proud, we'll take it.

Finally, a good friend heard I wasn't sleeping so she called me late last night and ended up singing to me though she denies it ("you're delusional") . Between her and CindyE I've got a chorus line going on.

Kindness is seriously underrated. Even BJE (who may hate me at this point, though I'm not sure why) is sending me back a jacket I left at her place.

Now, if someone would send me some soup the next time I'm sick, I'll be all set.

1:18:15 PM

Someone just sang to me. It was very sweet. It just happened so I guess I'll write about it later.

I spent the day returning to my normal life. Last week was...interesting, to say the least. I think my earliest night ended at 1 AM. Here's a brief recap:

• Had dinner on Tuesday with a potential candidate for NYS Senator - I'm going to be his internet strategist.
• Was out until 3AM drinking rum in the middle of the week with the third ranked amateur middleweight NHB fighter in the country. The night ended when we tried to pick fights with bigger people (ok, that didn't happen - but just imagine!)
• Traveled upstate to visit a burned out building and a vast tract of land.
• Spent four hours in the gym in one day.
• Slept a total of 30 hours for the week.
• Got elbowed in the head (accident) and I actually saw those birds you see in the cartoons.

Quite a week - it's only Monday and I've already a song in my head.

I wonder what's in store for me this week?

12:20:42 AM

This is the last promo we have for the show. We're working on the show for the rest of the week.

Not much has happened in the last 12 hours to note except maybe that I'm sleeping very poorly again. Twice the usual dose of the usual poison is giving me half the effects. Irritated.

But I'm pretty up because it's a beautiful day and I've got a bellyfull of sushi; that's enough to cheer up anyone.

That, plus seven cups of coffee, is enough to cheer up anyone.

12:30:24 PM

Him: Are you sure?

Him: (pause) You know you gotta dial a (1) first...

Him: Did it ring?

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.

I have no idea who this girl is. Of course.

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

3:34:37 AM

Two posts in a day!

Since most of you said you don't mind my verbosity, I'm going to be posting a lot until our show premieres, and then back to one a day, max.

Regarding the show you can find details and buy advance tickets for $5 by visiting www.72canal.com or:

Thanks to everyone who commented to my last entry.

I've got to call them all. I will. After coffee.

For a moment, I was going to call the ex to ask her if she still wanted to come to the weddings, but then I thought I'd spare myself.

I get enough abuse from Rain.

1:43:15 PM

Her: Do you only date non-asians?

Me: (puzzled) Most the women I've dated have been Asians. In fact, I've only dated two four that weren't. I'm equal opportunity.

Him: Yeah, everyone deserves an opportunity to be miserable with Logan.

I'll be traveling this week. Recently, though, I ran.

I'm not a runner, at all. But I found out that I'm 13.9% bodyfat. Unacceptable. Lexxy-pie's jumping rope like mad but that's not for me.

People think I'm vain. I'm not. Just self-conscious. I have good reason to be, because, in 20 years, I've never forgotten how much coin people put on physical appearance.

I was a fat kid, you see. Really fat; 5'3" and 183 pounds. Hella fat. Only for three years but they were the worst years: 12-14. Right when you discover chicks. No fun there.

The sneakers you see above came in the other day. I laced them up and I ran.

Man, I hate it. But I'll do it. Until I'm breathless and weak, I'll do it.

Because in 20 years, I've never forgotten how much coin people put on physical appearance.

12:16:44 AM

The title of this clip is called Helen Keller.

We filmed this on Sunday and you wanna know the crazy thing? I walked almost six miles from 86th and Broadway to Canal Street and Broadway to meet up with Rain to film this.

I just had to get out, I guess.

Stop by on Saturday the 19th to watch a sneak preview of the show with us - you can find details and buy advance tickets for $5 by visiting www.72canal.com or click below:

You will come, won't you?

They have rum.

12:49:32 AM

I saw BJE last week. I waited to write because I wanted to see how it panned out. No change, unfortunately.

She asked me the most peculiar thing once, she asked if I said unkind things about her afterwards. I asked her why I would. If you've read this blog long enough, you know I'm tired of being the bad guy.

I had dinner Saturday with some friends and strangers including a Candy Fiend from Texas:

Is that how I come across?

Looking back at my entries, I think that, more than anything, I'm dorky hopeful.

Yes, I have my miniature disasters and minor catastrophes, (see supra) but my last tiny calamity brought about this blog, friendship with rum, a better idea of what I want/don't want in life, 72 to Canal, a dozen new satellites, and a few memorable, if short-lived, romances.

A fair trade, no?

I updated my About section to reflect my new age but everything else is still true.

I'm still hopeful. I'm still rough-hewing.

It's good, that some things never change.

Her: Spring cleaning, eh? I wanna do that too. BTW, so many people are single these days, a friend called me yesterday to tell me that he and his girl just split up.

Me: Well, two friends of mine just got into relationships and someone I know just got back with an ex. But I think it's all part of the same thing: spring cleaning.

I was out and about this weekend again. I was with three females; two were friends, one was not.

The two that were friends were out to meet people. They're both very attractive and when they're out with people they have no interest in, they're socially fine. But the moment they like someone, they get shy. I think most people are like that. I was like that too.

But that was a while ago.

Now, I always ask myself: Just who the hell do you think you are?

Works wonders.

As for the girl that was not my friend, that's a story for a different time.

12:11:14 AM