On (or close to) Schedule

Her: I'd have to say the disappointment. I keep hoping this time'll be different...

Her: You're awfully self-involved.

Me: It says right there, "logan lo dot com"

Her: Still...

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I like you.

The fact you're reading me makes me like you. That says something about me, I know.

In fact, not only do I know that is says something about me, I know what it says. But that's neither here nor there.

Let's play a game, shall we? I play it all the time when I'm out and about. It's not mine, someone once told it to me. Anyway, I feel we should, cause I like you more than all the people I meet when I'm...doing what I do.

Make a list of about five things you admire about someone (or various persons) you love, loved and/or respect.
Make a list of about five things that you don't admire/don't respect.

Keep it to yourself, send it to me, tell your mom, it doesn't matter.

We'll talk about it Monday, yeah?

As always, I'm off to bed to lie awake for a while.

You are not superior just because you see the world in an odious light.

-- Vicomte de Chateaubriand

Summer's not my season. Bad, bad, bad things happen to me in summer.

Fall, however, is my season. I woke up all week thinking its fall.

I woke up happy all week.

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I've been hanging with these guys Paul and Sheridan a lot lately. Recently, Paul and I were at party with an old friend/legal client of mine and a group of us got talking.

Girl1: What do you mean?

Me: There's no such thing as a line. Look, if you're attracted to me, I could walk up to you, say anything, anything, and you'd respond positively. In college, my friend Crawford would walk up to a girl, go Whoo-Hooo! and ten minutes later they're making out.

Girl2: I disagree, what a guy says matters.

Me: To an extent, yes. But I think it's less about the content and more the conveyance. Say a cute chick walked up to me and started talking to me in French with a wink'n smile; the content, which I wouldn't understand, wouldn't matter to me. I'd just be thinking, Hey...

Girl1: That's cause you're a guy.

Me: No. (sighing) It's cause I know.

When you like someone, they can do no wrong; when you don't, they can do no right.

- Somena (mentioned you twice in a week!)

Me: BTW, my mobile is 212.479.7990 should you want to randomly run into me tonight downtown around 11PM at 9th and second in a bar called Solas (not the number I actually gave her).

Her: You're cute...if I want to randomly run into you at Solas! Well you never know...

Me: I'll let you buy me a drink.

Her: (laughing) Funny

Me: What are you talking about?

Him: You ok?

Me: Just thinking 'bout last summer.

Him: What about?

Me: (laugh) I feel free again.

Him: (disgusted) Don't get all emo on me, dude.

The odd thing about this form of communication is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

I spoke to an ex a few times in this month. Probably not a good idea.

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Speaking of exes, I met a designer who asked me what happened with my last serious girl. I don't know why I told her because I don't think I told anyone really, including you, did I? No great drama, really. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Me: One random day, I picked up tickets to a show and got reservations at her favorite Japanese restaurant as a surprise. She said she couldn't make it that night because she was tired. So I tried to get her come out without ruining it and she hung up on me.

Her: That's it? That's crazy! You never told her?

Me: (shrugging) I tried but it hard talking to a dial tone.

Her: What? You couldn't leave a message?

Me: I coulda. But I felt that she shoulda been on my side, yeah?

Her: That's your pride talking. I dunno who's more f____ up, you or her.

Me: I'd put money on me. (laughing) Just a stupid misunderstanding; the sad thing is that she promised to always hear me out and I promised to always chose her over my pride. That worked out swimmingly. Hey, (smiling) we're in New York, the night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks. Does anything else really matter right now?

Her: (shakes head, grins)

It's been a while since I've thought of either ex.

~~Dunno if it's church, chicks, the checks or the rum, but~~ I've been oddly content.

That's not true - I know why. I'll tell you soon.

Promise.

For esoterian, I'm doing the following meme (I did something similar a while back):

List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
Tag seven people to do the same.
~~Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.~~

I paid for part of college by working in NYC clubs. I'm hard of hearing in one ear because of it.
Unless due to (a) work or (b) a prior engagement - and much like that girl in high school everyone talks about - I never say no to a party.
I'm a TV addict and built a machine that can record 750 hours of TV - cause I'm a geek.
Prior to 8/2006, I only ever kissed 10 girlies. Since then, I've kissed a few more.
I really quit my job to be a competitive fighter six years ago but then I got injured in training (dammit). I tell people I quit to write so I don't have to tell the story.
I've saved 10% of everything I've ever made since I was 14. Because of that, I own my apartment and have for the past three years. I have no debt besides the mortgage (and my bookie).
I miss being 8. We were poor but I was always happy. I remember my mom brought me to the doc because she worried that I was daft - I'd stand and stare at the blue sky for hours.

They don't know that, 26 years later, I still do it - shhhhhhh don't tell her.
She worries.

I don't like the last rule, above, cause anyone who wants to do this should. But, just to keep up appearances and for no particular reason, I tag: