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	Wednesday, September 03, 2008


	Cursing buildings and mountains Location: my childhood bed Mood: beat tired Music: You've been good to me; have i been good to you? Her: I think everyone has a person. (later) Would it matter? If I ate a shrimp or tried some fishy sushi? I don't think it would. Me: No - because you are who you are and I don't want you to change because of me. Her: I guess I really know that you aren't my person. Sometimes I forget, though. Me: (pause) I hope you find your person. You deserve to find your person. Her: I hope you find yours too. Me: (thinking) You're a good person. Her: I didn't do anything good. Me: (long pause) You wished me well. That's something good. In addition to that very, very sad conversation, also lost my biggest client today, my computer died and either broke my leg or tore my ACL. Crashed at the 'rents and ConEd was doing repairs so I took a cold shower. The moment I was done, got a knock on my door. Him: Hey just wanted to tell you that the gas is back on. Me: (dripping wet) Of course it is. Not a good day. But there's this old saying that it's better to light a candle than curse the darkness. Ended my night with a nice conversation that I'll keep to myself but made things seem a little less dark. Got no candle for you but if you click the music link above, you can get a free download of the song I'm listening to as I write this. Hope y'had a better day than I had. Labels: dating, dialogue, disappointed, pescatarians Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 1 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:03 AM ::



	Monday, June 16, 2008


	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 :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 8:47 AM ::



	Monday, May 26, 2008


	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 :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 2:53 AM ::



	Monday, March 17, 2008


	Dressing for success Location: 03:00 yest, bumping into a friend on Broadway Mood: mischievous Music: Again and again and again, I think I will break but I mend Me: Oh for...why would you ask that now? Her: Well, you have low, or no, creepiness factor and you dress well. A girl's gotta know. Me: I would think by now, you'd have figured it out. Her: You could be bi. Me: Oh for... Been doing the online dating thing. Four months ago, it was about 90% RL and 10% online, then it flipped (please don't search for me, that's just stalkerish and weird). Lately, it's about 50/50. Dating in general is tiring - the constant hellos and goodbyes. But like most things, on the net it happens faster; the disappointing and disappointments zip by and I don't even have time to register them. Still meeting lots of pescatarians. Don't ask. This weekend, I took a break. Friday, stayed in, cooked, and watched a Law & Order marathon. Saturday fenced and then Paul and I saw CaptainRedStar and crew. Ran into L - twice in a week. Bumped into each other earlier Tuesday at Candyfiend's party. We're always so busy. On another point entirely, decided to act and dress my age. There's a story there, but it's for next time. Guess I gotta start shopping at the Gap or something. The other part's harder - how does a 34 year-old act? Labels: dialogue, pescatarians, single life, video Subscribe! Permanent Link :: 4 comments :: Links to this post :: Posted by Me @ 12:10 AM ::