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Friday, June 27, 2008 | |
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Profitable but clumsy Location: bed Mood: satisfied Music: Honestly what will become of me  We've got to speed things up in this hotel. Chef, if a guest orders a three-minute egg, give it to him in two minutes. If he orders a two-minute egg, give it to him in one minute. If he orders a one-minute egg, give him a chicken and let him work it out for himself. Groucho - A Night in Casablanca I'm profitable for June. Only by a couplea hundred bucks. Still...tiny win is better than no win t'all. Hope Derek's ok. If I had win to spare, I'd send him some. ---------- Me: Sit on this side. Her: (shaking head) No, that's what they do in Portugal and I don't like that. Me: (rolling eyes) It'll just mean that I've gotta lean across the table to kiss you. And I'm terribly clumsy. I mean, I'll still do it and you'll like it. I'm just saying, we're taking a risk. Have dinner at the Maritime Hotel on Wednesday with Heartgirl and drinks round the meatpacking district. We're supposed to go to Kanvas but it shut down. Of course.Her: (laughs) You're a weirdo. Also seeing her Saturday, which is a big deal cause: (a) Fridays and Saturdays are for your friends and significant others and (b) she's still not over her ex. And yet...Saturday night. I'm stupid like that. It's hard coordinating schedules - I'm always busy when they're free or vice versa. Haven't seen CakeDecorator, Blue-Eyed Girl or anyone else in a week. Scored a Classic Room at the Borgata tomorrow but no girlie I'm seeing has made it to that, Hey, let's spend a night at a five star hotel together, level so I just gave the room away. Even though no throwing down would be involved, I highly doubt that any of the women I'm seeing'd believe me if I told them that. Not sure I believe me, come to think of it. I'm still a dude after all. Although, it's been so long that I'm fairly certain I've forgotten how. Slot A, Tab B - that's how it goes, right? Somethin like that. Labels: clumsy, dating, single life  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Sunday, May 11, 2008 | |
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Mother's Day 2008 Location: 20 mins ago, making a smoothie in my kitchen Mood: anxious Music: I still believe there's something left for you and me  Another weekend - pretty much like every other. Crashed a few parties, met a few girlies, the usual spring twirl. Spilled a drink on this guy that was too blotto to realize it. Clumsy me. Told you that I'm terribly clumsy, yeah? Fell down some stairs a few years ago and the left side of my face was crushed in. After some work, the doctors sewed me up. Met up with each of my family individually and they each said, I can't see it. But a second after my mom walked upstairs, she immediately, and wordlessly, burst into tears . The first thing she said was, I'll pay for plastic surgery. I laughed. Mothers know their kids, I think. When my drama first came down, she called me to tell me to come home. Told her I was too busy. But she demanded that I come. So I rummaged around for the best smile I could find and wore it home. You look great, my dad said. But my mom took one look at me and burst into tears. Like I said, mothers know their kids. She told me I could always move back home and that made me laugh. Great, I said, I'll be a 35 year old man living with his parents. (on the positive side, that'd certainly solve my dating dilemmas right quick). I'd cook, she said. That made me laugh even more. So I gave her a kiss and told her that if it came down to it, I'd do that. That seemed to make her happy. She says that she knows I'll be fine. Mothers know their kids so I hope she's right. Did I ever tell you my mom's a writer? She gets published a lot more than me. It's from her side of the family; my grandfather's a writer too. All this comes from her. Off to see her now.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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