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Home in NYC Location: 20:02 yest, explaining the difference on 72nd & Amsterdam Mood: happy Music: red letter year they didn't mention how much s__ was gonna change  Was walking home over the chilly weekend when a dragonfly settled down on a stoop in my neighborhood. Guess I'm not the only one that thinks NYC's lovely in the Fall. Saw Heartgirl over the weekend. She made an offhand comment about something, which I don't remember in the least - cause she called me her boyfriend. Been called someone's boyfriend three times in the past 2.5 years. And the previous two times freaked me out. Decidedly. This time though, it was quite nice. More than nice. It was whatever's the opposite of freaked out. She hates, hates, hates, that I referred to myself as a womanizer but I told her that it was what I was and not what I am. Just cause she asked, though, I'm going to try and stop using the term completely. Before I do, however, gotta mention that Rain had two of his students interview me recently as a "pick-up artist" - which I never was. Her: What's the difference? Me: A pickup artist is talented at the pickup. A specialist if you will. I'm only ok at it. But I'm good at people. And I choose to concentrate on women. Hence, womanizer. As an aside, both interviewers told me that they expected someone completely different. I like to keep people on their toes. In other news, PCD and I chatted online recently. She too said it's ok for me to write of her again. Me: So what's new on the dating front? Her: I went out with three boys and have seven more. I can't handle any more traffic. A friend and I want to start a blog on dating - now that you're boring. I just need a fake name. Me: Hey! (pause) What about PCD? Her: That's a dumb name. Went home to find a jar for the dragonfly cause I didn't want it to die in the cold. When I got back it was gone. Things're always made of sterner stuff than you expect, yeah? YASYCTAI: Write a nice email to someone for no particular reason (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008 | |
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We know... Location: 22:00 yest, walking down Broadway Mood: still in pain Music: And now I'm never gonna get to sleep  Me: Wait, did I make a pass at you the other night? Her: (thinking) No. Me: (relived) Thank goodness...Her: I know! Meet a pretty German girl Monday night on the way home. Woulda asked for her info but, as I said, I'm distracted. Naja, I say, angenehm...tschüss. Get home, shower and run out the door to meet up with LisaV. We're supposed to go to a church function but she can't get outta work so we meet up at Mooncake Diner. It's packed so we bounce to Excellent Pork Chop House for take out and head back to her place where her roommate's painting. We inhale it all over conversation and a glass table. Surprisingly, it's actually excellent. Head out to meet up with an old friend but we can't coordinate so I swing by Rain's for some scotch. A photoshoot's going on with some models so I take a few pics of them and his new canine friend before taking the long walk home. Tuesday? Tuesday was a whole 'nother story. Too many faces and places in my head. Some I wish would stay away. Some I wish would stay this way. With my luck, the ones I want to stay will go. And the ones I want to go...we know...    Labels: dialogue, long walk home, New York City, NYC, random meetings, writing Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, August 25, 2008 | |
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Distracted Location: home Mood: in pain Music: Once again I found myself with my friends  Her: Home on a Friday? Want some company? Me: (pause) I'm...I don't think that's a good idea. Stayed in on Friday; just tired and irritated. Saturday morning, saw PCD for brunch. We ended up cooking and I made a frittata. Since she was a pro, I was flattered that she thought it was good. Went off to class and got a beatdown. I'm quite literally COVERED with bruises (do not click if squeamish). Should take up yoga. Or at least something that doesn't involve people stabbing, slashing, kicking, choking, strangling and punching me. Yes. Yoga. Spoke to Heartgirl afterward. She confided in me something and I was a bit touched. We're more alike than she knows. Saturday, LisaV invites me to a house party downtown. It's a literal and figurative sweatbox. An hour in, a girl grabs me and sticks a huge bottle of tequila down my throat and, later, kisses me on the cheek - of course she's 22. Before I leave, another girl leans in and kisses me too. Huh. Must be the tequila. Close out the night with this cool blonde that boxes and threw me a nasty uppercut. Impressive. Note to self: Hang out with LisaV more often. At 2:00, walk LisaV home across the LES. Woulda been terribly romantic if she wasn't seeing someone and I wasn't...so damn distracted. Him: You didn't get anyone's number? Did you even ask? Me: No...I'm very distracted. Him: Dude, you gotta fix that. www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: long walk home, New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, July 14, 2008 | |
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Under advisement Location: 23:00, walking alone down Broadway Mood: fat 'n content Music: She's my Brandy Alexander always gets me into trouble But that's another matter  ---------- A building around the way caught fire. HEI stops by for brunch but we're captivated by the heat from flames. Quite something, those firemen. Her: There's always something happening around you! Me: I like to keep you on your toes. Friday night, meet up with PCD. Her: Why do you have so many different types of plates and cups? Me: (shrugging) Had lots of failed relationships Her: (pause) That's a lot sadder an answer than I was expecting. End up walking around Columbia for a slice of Koronet Pizza and lounging on the steps to the library. Her: I like you but...I'm seeing other people, you know... Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement. Saturday, wrestle. PCD's a little freaked out that I'm pretty much constantly covered with black and blue marks; I look like an abused child. Saturday night, meet up with Heartgirl and some friends downtown. We end up alone, just after midnight, and chat. Me: I'm sorry, I'm not up on the young people speak - what does that mean, Don't catch emotion with me? Her: It means don't fall for me. (pause) I'm looking to date other guys. Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement.I kiss her goodnight and she hops into a cab. We're supposed to meet up Saturday but she's always ditching so I don't expect to actually see her. As I turn around, I lock eyes with two pretty blonds, smile and start chatting with them. Me: ...everyone's got their front-runners and back-burners. But that's my story with her (Heartgirl). Why don't we talk about our story? Her: (sarcastically) Well aren't you confident? Me: (grin) Quite.Her: (laughing) I like that. Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement.The wedding was beautiful. I'd like a wedding like that. Suppose, I'd have to find a girlfriend first, though...    Labels: Cornell, dialogue, New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Monday, June 16, 2008 | |
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Too old Location: the rent's, getting ready for work Mood: determined Music: like seein' you in my neighborhood I like the way you dress  Don't think I can write anything better than I wrote last year for him. ---------- Her: Logan! You're too old to date so much. Me: (sighing) Tell me about it. It rained all weekend. Go out late Friday. Usual twirl. Went to a BBQ Saturday with a friend from church and she and I spend the day lounging on Roosevelt Island. Lived here my whole life and have never been - the tram was out so I've still never been on that. See a purple dog and get drenched on the way back. Later that night, see HEI and her friends for drinks. I decide to get off that online dating website cause: (a) don't have the time for it, (b) feel bad not responding to people, and (c) am tired of the disappointing and the being disappointed. So I go and delete all the emails I've gotten in the past month. But one from a pretty cake decorator stands out so I write: My number's 917.555.4810. Why don't you text me as if we met last night so that we can say, quite honestly, that we met last night, I emailed you and then we texted back and forth for a bit. Because that's what young singltons do in the big city, I think. She does and we do all weekend. End up grabbing coffee on Sunday. Here's the thing: vegetarian. Not even pescatarian - full-on vegetarian. I oftentimes wonder if I'm part of some cosmic joke. But she has an easy laugh and a Georgia accent so we'll see. Not looking forward to work - I haven't told most of you this but all my employees quit on me three weeks ago. Now one of them wants to come back. After church on Sunday, my friend Christianne and I walk home. We're both waiting for our blue sky to come back and stay.  Labels: dating, dialogue, New York City, NYC, pescatarians, single life, usual twirl Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Monday, June 09, 2008 | |
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Oh Logan... / Value vs. Price Location: 20:00 yest, cooling in the cellar Mood: so...freaking...hot Music: Strolling the street we're strangely complete  Her: Do you like girls, Logan? Me: (laughing) Why do you care? Thursday, soak in HEI's eyes over coffee and homemade yoghurt; again on Sunday over yellow rice and black beans. Friday, I'm supposed to meet with the girl from last week but was stuck up round Spring Valley so we reschedule for the following week. On the way down to Hoboken, a client slips her number into my shirt pocket. I don't keep it. There aren't enough hours in a day. 3AM, Saturday morning, I'm sitting on a Gramercy stoop with a girlie who's, quite literally, crying on my shoulder. Y'know the difference between value and price? Price is whatever you say something is; the price of a glass of Cruzan Single Barrel Aged Rum is about $14 in the big city just because that's what the pretty bartender says. Sometimes, if I smile just right at her, it's $11. That's just the price. The value of a glass of Cruzan Single Barrel Aged Rum after a long summer day is...well, a lot more than $14. I tell the girl on the stoop to stop crying cause she's confusing the two; someday, someone'll see all she's worth. Then I tell her about my two rules, say goodnight and take the long walk home. 3AM, Sunday, see Heartgirl in the sweltering heat of NYC and I also tell her about my two rules over a candlelit table. She looks at me, takes my face in her hands and pulls me into her green eyes. Her: (whispering sweetly) Oh Logan...you're so...dumb. That sounds about right. We both laugh. I hail her a cab on 2nd Avenue and she's gone in two lights. I check my phone, delete a few things and take the long walk home again. There aren't enough hours in a day. Labels: dating, dialogue, long walk home, New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, June 02, 2008 | |
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No Sex and the City Location: 22:43 yest, my desk with a glass of rum Mood: confused Music: maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me  Her: I read your blog. It's weird because it almost sounds like you're giving me lines because you tell me the exact same things you say in your blog. Me: It's not like I take someone else's words and pretend they're my own - what I write is what I actually say to my friends in real life. A buddy swings by on Friday for a visit but I don't have much time to hang out. Spend the night watching the last James Bond flick (which rocks) with HEI and some takeout. Saturday's a strange day. Get caught in the rain before I head to a dinner party with the girl in the top pic from this entry when Syd's lens cap falls into the subway tracks. Have to wait an hour for someone to fish it out. At the party, the toilet gets clogged and I'm the only one that tells the host about it. Course, people think I did it, but whaddya gonna do? Meet a blue-eyed girl whom I walk back and tell I'll meet up for caramels. She says she's game. Because of the movie, lately a lotta people tell me that my life is like the male Sex and the City. Dunno - never seen an episode. Don't understand why, though, it's not like I sit around drinking pink drinks, gossiping all the time and jumping from bed to bed. It's tough enough falling asleep in my own bed. Besides, life is in the living - you should be living your real life and not watching someone else's made up one, yeah? Unless, of course, it's James Bond. ---------- Yes, it looks like something interesting. It's not, just friends. Been wondering if the SING really exists. It's the hopeless romantic in me; after thinking HeartGirl was her, now I keep wondering if I'll ever run into her again. How ridiculous.  Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC, random meetings, sex and the city, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, May 26, 2008 | |
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You heart me Location: 1993 in my head Mood: melancholy Music: It's a little bit funny  Her: I think you (draws a heart in the air) me. (laughs) Why does our meeting have to mean something? Can't it just be we met and I just had too much to drink? Me: Because I want so bad for it to mean something. That's why you can't be the girl. ---------- Friday, meet up with WM and Paolo for a party at Duvet. Not my scene. We bounce and meet up with Elle and company for some rum and beer at Reservoir. Meet a girlie who thinks I look too young. I tell her I'm not. On the subway going up, I bump into three lovely young German women, smile and say, Hallo, habe ich ein Witz fuer euch - ein Typ...usw, usw, usw... Saturday, see the girl that I thought was the Ship in the Night Girl who says the above. We chat from midnight to four again before I put her in a cab and take the long walk home, just for old times sake. Walking home I think of something: this girl has green eyes. The SING had green eyes. I think. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Sunday, meet up with Rain downtown to do a month's worth of laundry. He makes me stand on a plank of wood he's cutting with a powersaw as my whites hit the rinse cycle. Later that night, attend Cappy's wedding an upscale midtown Greek restaurant. I see friends I've not seen in 15 years. They ask me how I am and I lie and say I'm fine. Outside, take a picture of the attractive hostess who looks up at the sky and tell her that I won't take her number but I'll give her mine. She smiles and says that very gentlemanly. It's my turn to laugh as I hand her my card. Of course, she's 21, but not, however, a pescatarian. ---------- Her: I think you want the drama. You like the drama. Me: I really, really, do not. Her: What if it did mean something? But not what you were hoping. What if we did connect, but as friends?Me: (laugh, lean into her ear) I think you heart me. Her: (leans into my ear) That's my line. You can't take my line.Me: I just did.   Labels: Cornell, long walk home, New York City, NYC, pescatarians, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, May 22, 2008 | |
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It's me Location: 9:10AM, kitchen making coffee & eggs Mood: busy Music: I am not an ill-willed person I do not wish bad things for you  Since I lost my phone, I ran through all my old messages. I'm sorry I couldn't come... Mr. Logan, this is... Hey, it's me... The last one stopped me cold. In response to the person that sent me an email a while back, the answer is: 24 hours. Sometimes less than that. Sometimes it just takes one screwup to go from being someone that calls and says Hey it's me, to being a complete stranger. ---------- Yesterday, was out in Brooklyn grabbing some court papers. Not fun. Sheridan had a dinner to attend and the hostess wrote to him, "Make sure you invite Logan Lowe!" He laughed and said I had to come. It was another catered affair with wealthy lawyers, entertainment people and artists. The hostess was trying to set up Sheridan with people. She said that she would say, That's a lovely dress/outfit, to indicate that the lady was available. Clever. People said she fixed up Kevin Klein and Phoebe Cates. Who knows? A French waitress I briefly dated was there completely by random. Literally, completely unexpected. She told me to call her; told her I would. Bounced early with this clothing manufacturer because Sheridan got us into the Hamptons party in midtown. It was thrown by the same guys that threw this and this. Open bar, beautiful people, the usual song and dance. Walking around, bump into the French waitress again! Call me; I will. John Leguizamo was the guest of honor - and the host mispronounced his name, which clearly pissed him off. Had a lot on my mind, and rum in my system, so I really wasn't into it. Sheridan and hopped before midnight. Walking up 10th Avenue, I rang someone. Me: Hey, it's me. Her: Hey.   Labels: John Leguizamo, New York City, nightlife, NYC, random meetings, sheridan, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Monday, May 19, 2008 | |
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Ships in the night Location: 7AM yest, stumbling home Mood: hoping Music: Hey Snowflake! What 'cha doin on Arlington Place?  Me: Ships in the night? Her: I'm sorry what? Me: (laughing) My mistake...thought you were someone else.Friday, go to a party thrown by Jenny and friends - they hired a bartender and had an open bar. Sweeeeeet. Saturday, spend the day roaming the hood with with HEI. We end up having a wind-tunnel-like lunch at the Boat Basin. She's all sorts of lovely. Saturday night, go to a friend's b-day party. Meet someone I swear is the Ship In the Night Girlie. Her: It sounds like it could be me, but I don't remember. Me: (disappointed) Then it wasn't you. Her: How do you know it wasn't me?Me: Cause you'd remember a fella like me. Her: That's awfully egotistical of you.Me: (sighing) Don't mean it to be. But it's true. She and I hang out with Paul and WM til six in the morning. We finish up the night at a French bistro downtown as the run rises. Lose my phone - ugh. That's a whole entry in itself. Don't get into bed until 7AM. Wake up a little while later and run in the rain to meet up for a memorial lunch for Mike. His sister gives me an envelope fulla singles; said she wanted me to hand them out to anyone that asked for help cause Mike woulda liked that. Said I would. Hop off to church where I meet a girl from Holland and end up walking this girl Beth home - she's involved but fun company. Give her the nickel tour before we run into Jenny and some other people 'round the way. Finally get a few moments to think. Wonder if I'll ever see Ship in the Night Girl again. Stupid isn't it? You see a girl for a moment and she's in your head weeks later? Her: (to WM) Your friend's so peculiar. (to me) You're so peculiar. Maybe I am the Ship in the Night Girl. Me: You're not, but thanks. (taking her hand) We'll be friends, yeah? Her: Yes.There're numbers I'll never get again in that phone I lost. Seems like more ships pass me in the night than I thought. ---------- Ran into my friend Christianne tonight too. Here's a story about her or you can just listen to her sing to you now...  Labels: choices, church, mike, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Thursday, May 15, 2008 | |
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My random nights Location: 20 mins ago, Grand Central Station Mood: thinking Music: This city is for strangers Like the sky is for the stars  Her: (picking up hairclip on bookshelf) Wear this much? Me: Was that there? Her: It's cool. (putting hairclip back) Every girl leaves something behind. Except me. I'm not going to leave anything behind. I'm getting sued again by someone else. It never ends. Tuesday night, skip fencing to see the pretty Hazel-Eyed Italian for a private party on a rooftop garden on Fifth Avenue. It's a catered affair with an open bar and we pound rum all night in between getting massages and chatting with Pat Kiernan and his wife. HEI and I duck out to catch a late night flick. The next day, she tells me she's not hung over at all. Ah, the power of rum. Wednesday night, meet up with Elle at the South Street Seaport. She'd never been either and took me out for my birthday. We walk from there a mile or so to a friend's place where we end up shooting the breeze until midnight. I tell her that most of the women I meet are usually bi-sexual. Or don't want kids. Or are 22. Or don't want to ever get married (like her). Or something. She laughs. Her: We have a strange relationship, you and I. Me: We do. Why? What do you think of it? Her: (getting up and smiling) Bye Logan.Thursday. Wonder what the weekend has in store for us.   Labels: New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, May 05, 2008 | |
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Life gets in the way Location: 19:00, walking up Broadway Mood: pensive Music: your empty eyes Seem to pass me by Leave me  Friday, crash a party with some amazing food by this gorgeous 5'9" woman. Also meet this 6'1" Italian woman who's looking for some people to hang out with so we exchange info. Man, wish I were taller, wish I were a baller. Oh well. Saturday, hit up a party and play with a killer camera and take all these pics. Round 11, meet up with this girl Yvey as well as her friend Pyro. Then at 2AM, meet up with my buddy WM who's hung up on a girlie. Tell him that the girlie'll either call or not but either way, it resolves itself. He asks how I'm sure. Me: After a while, you start seeing patterns. OK, you see that blond? I'm going to say hello and she'll dance with me. Then she's going to ask me to buy her a drink and I won't. Then she'll find some other guy to buy her a drink, dance with him and try and make me jealous. When we leave, we're going to talk one more time. (one hour later) Me: Like I said. Patterns.Him: Get her number? Me: Why? I already know how the story ends.Sunday had a date with French girl that started and ended there. Also saw a friend and just wept - but it was cause we got ourselves into a laughing fit and couldn't stop. I think we laughed for five minutes straight. Speaking of weeping, made yet another woman cry, but for different reasons: Her: You're a nice young man to call. (sniffles) It means a lot to me that you called. Me: (laughing) I'm not that nice nor young. (quiet) I'm sorry it took so long for me to call. Life gets in the way, y'know? Mike...he's very missed. Very. Her: I... (cries) I like to mix it up. Do something good every once in a while. It helps me forget people 'n things.   Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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NYC Boy Location: 22:00, 1409 York Avenue Mood: touched Music: Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day - take me to New York  Rain and Scottie invite me to to a party uptown. Since he never heads uptown, had to say yes. Going there, meet a blue-eyed girl named Gwen who said she can't tell who's mad and who's wearing a bluetooth headset. Contemplate giving her my number but we didn't hit the pivot point so I don't. At the party, make my way across to my friends and run into pair of long legs before I find Rain. Me: I just picked up the prettiest girl for you (turn to long legs and wave; she smiles and waves back) Rain: (laughs) We bounce into the bar in the pic where Scottie and Rain tell me that there's something wrong with me cause I don't sleep with the women I date. Me: Guys call it "getting lucky," right? I hate that. It's a pathetic statement from pathetic men. Women don't "get lucky" but men do. That's ridiculous. Boys like me sleep with a girl cause we choose to, not cause we "get lucky." Her: I don't approve. Me: (shrugging and turning to Scottie) OK, I'll sleep with you then. Soon, we pile inna Scottie's whip. When we hit Central Park, Rain jets. Earlier, mentioned I liked Rain's leather jacket so as he exits, he takes it off and hands it to me. It's yours, he says. Before I can protest, he's already in a yellow going downtown.Her: (pause) Take a number. Me: Sheeyah...Bartender: (interrupting and pointing at me) Your friend's right. The guys that try to get lucky never do. He's a good fella, that one. I'm wearing it below. Once home, I get a message that Pretty Jenny and some others're around the way but then onea my stories I thought ended drops me a line. You should stop by here for a spell. It'll break your heart, NYC in the Spring. But it's totally worth it. If only for the people and the violets in Central Park.  Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Stupid Tequila / Oranges in our drinks Location: 22:40, walking up Broadway w a friend Mood: hopeful Music: people in your life are seasons, And anything that happen is for a reason  Me: There are three types of people in the world. Single, sorta single and not single. Her: Which one are you? Me: Which one do you want me to be?Busy weekend. Here're the highlights. Friday, meet up with Pretty Jenny and her friends. We all hang out downtown where an outdoor flick's playing. Then we're off in cabs to another joint where I snap the pic below and Jenny buys rounds. Gave Tequila another chance and she screwed me. Always ends the same. Saturday, Rain, Hazel, Paul and I hit up a few bars and The Park. Between the bartender whipping a patron with his own belt and the skinnydipping in the club, I run into the Cornell crew; a woman from way back; somea Paul's friends; and somea Gio's friends. Said it before, NYC's a small town. Eh, at least you're never bored. Speaking of town, Caligirl's back in it and wants to get together; she's marrying someone else. But it's not the man she loves and not me either. It'd be funny if it wasn't. She found out about this blog too so I guess her story ends here. Arrive home comfortably numb, and there's a painfully sad email sitting in my inbox that sobered me up right quick. Couldn't read it all. Guess that story ends here too. She had the most beautiful eyes. Three stories ended this weekend, in one way or another. I'm always exiting people's Venn Diagram or vice versa. Sucks either way. Hence the Tequila. Stupid Tequila. Rethinking pouring my life into this blog. No. 5 once asked once if I was lonely. No, I said, I have my secrets. Only got a few left. And those I wish I didn't have. Cause they rattle 'round my brain at 5AM and keep me up. Stupid secrets. Me: Not sure - I guess sorta single? Doesn't matter. The night is young and we have oranges in our drinks. Well, I do anyway. You've got bubbles.  Labels: New York City, NYC, random meetings, single life, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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He keeps calling Location: in my shower, thinking Mood: wicked Music: And when you think it's all over, It's not over, it's not over | |
