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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:

Her: You're the first Asian guy I've ever been attracted to.

Me: Ah, you're missing out. We're lovely. Plus, wait until you meet the really good looking ones.

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I recently hung out with Burn, one of the girls I met a couple weeks back.

She's very cool. We're not each other's types, mainly because she's looking for a nice Jewish boy and my last serious relationship made it clear that's not a route I'm interested in traveling (again (and again)).

Burn's a dance coach and she was with about a half-dozen of her fellow dancers Friday night. My luck running straight and true, all lovely ivy-league grads, none age appropriate.

Doesn't matter though, still a fun night. I'm sure I'll see her again as she lives around the way and I like her company.

I love that you really never know what's coming up next in NYC.

Keeps us on our toes, yeah?

I love being on my toes.

(c)Disney

Saw a sneak preview of The Kingdom on Monday. It had it's good and bad points but I gotta say that that my friend Irnbruise was right, the fight scene with Jennifer Garner is worth the price of admission.

Totally hot. Totally.

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Me: So you think she was saying that she was gay to get rid of me or what?

Nadi: Nah, that'd make it more conversation, not less. If she just wanted to get rid of you, she'd have just said she had a dude.

Me: True. Hmmm, I wonder if...

Nadi: Oh stop, you're not gonna change her. That's every man's dream.

Me: (laughing) Maybe we should eat there some...

Nadi: (rolling eyes) Sheeyeah, Logan - riiiiiiight...

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Him: You've never heard that before? Look, everyone turns into one of the Seven Dwarfs when they drink. Like me, I'm Sleepy Dwarf. So, which one are you?

Me: (thinking) Is there a Friendly Pirate Dwarf?

Him: (silence)

Me: I'm joking!

Well I've gotten some...colorful emails based on my last post.

While both men and women read a lot more into it than intended, both seemed to disappointed in me for completely different reasons.

Primo Levi wrote in Survival in Auschwitz, that he carried a 100 pound soup pot because it gave him a few moments in the sun.

A guard gave him the gig for Italian lessons. So Levi taught him Dantes Inferno 26, which has the line, Considerate la vostra semenza: fatti non foste a viver come bruti, ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza.

Consider your origin; you were not born to live like brutes, but to follow virtue and knowledge.

Look, we're human. We're flawed. But we try.

It's our redemption song.

Dante and Levi both believed that we have some nobility somewhere - even after seeing their respective hells, yeah?

Also, in some small way, I can relate to Levi.

100 pounds is nothing to see the blue sky.

Me: So what's your story morning glory? Why do you look so blue?

Her: (pause) Wow, does that line actually work?

Me: You're talking to me, aren't you?

Her: (pause, laughter)

I woke up somewhere in Brooklyn yesterday.

For details, just listen to Norwegian Wood. It's accurate up to the part that goes I told her I didn’t; instead of lighting a fire, I watched Love Actually, instead of stumbling to the bath, I slept on her sofa and instead of her, I flew.

It was a fun night but something that Sabatoa posted popped in my head at 2AM.

I never think I should take what I can; I always think I should get what I want.

You know, I never got her name or number.

But she was 29. She had hazel eyes.

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My female friends often crash at my pad knowing they're as safe as houses. The local doormen think I'm on a tear. We know the truth.

Her: I made it here without you having to carry me.

Me: That's always a plus.

Her: (in sleepy German) Will you be here when I wake?

Me: I live here - where would I go?

I was supposed to do all these things yesterday. Instead, I went for a walk; cleaned up my pad; did some laundry; read some magazines; even cleaned out the fish tank.

Felt normal again - well, as normal as I get.

KG Betty is on a plane but we had a long talk before she left. She said she might visit Germany but she'd never move back. Her friends are all over the world now; home isn't home any more.

Like me, she's working her way through the world.

In 2002, I was supposed to attend the University of Dresden for a graduate program in Chinese Political Science and Law (I'm geek, what can I say).

But then I met this chick...

Ultimately, our lives are just strings of choices we make, like those Choose Your Own Adventure books from childhood.

I think I got off schedule somewhere between Chapters Three and Four.

But it's been hella fun.

Well, Hello Weekend!

Did ya miss me?

A girl I was seeing (past tense) invited me to see Grosse Point Blank with some of her friends and family on their roof and I've gotta say it was awesome.

First of all, I love that film. If you haven't seen it, you must. I think it was the last great movie Cusack was in - Pivin was great in it too. Holds up to the test of time.

I guess I also liked it because the whole experience was just fun.

It's kinda disappointing when you meet and get along with someone's family and friends. You never just stop seeing the person, you stop seeing everyone they came with too.

Names, faces, places? They all blend together to that soupy grey I hate so much.

But, the bits I remember clearly? Those I love.

And we both know I'll keep visiting them in my head.

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It's Rain's B-day.

Not that you've ever remembered mine in a decade because you're a thoughtless bastard but, Happy Birthday!

Note to self: After a major car accident and a two-week cold, avoid fencing.

Avoid...fencing.

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I've haven't seen my furry little houseguest in a few days, but the other thing I said still holds true.

After nine years, I've left the devil I know and ended up with the devil I don't know, but already hate.

Funny, it's sorta like my personal life, except with customer service, but just imagine...

Voice:

To leave a message, press 1.
To admit everything's your fault since we've met, press 2.
To perform the traditional swapping of the stuff, press 3.
To find out things you really don't wanna know but just gotta know, press...

I hope my 8/2007 is better than my 8/2006.