Got the fever

Lois demonstrating sorta how I feel right now about men.

Soooo, I didn't get the awesome amazing apartment. They rented it to friends of theirs. BUT they might have another place in that building or another place in their building (in a different neighborhood, which would blow) that would be smaller, but cheaper, so I am waiting on that. I haven't told my roommate yet but I think I really need to live alone and do some downsizing. I will still dream of 4 closets and separate rooms, though...that place was amazing.

Yes, definitely the problem with a makeout in the midst of a dry spell, plus the warmer weather, plus extra exercise, is the residual hormonal craziness that follows. Erg.

I drank a few beers with my friend E on Thursday night and texted P to test the waters for a possible part II (just what I said I didn't want) and got nowhere, plus he left town (phew) so now I am seriously considering other options. But there aren't many.

I remember my friend and college ex S went through a "Do you want to make out?" phase, where he'd just ask girls that...and that was effective for him years ago, I think he even got a girlfriend out of it! Problem is, at age 39, being in any situation where that line would be usable is ridiculously rare.

So I sit, and read CL, and match.com, and wonder what the hell to do next.

Guess I'll take my dog out.

Holy Sunday Crap

Sheila and I had a great day today. We started at the zoo for a show by The Blisters, then went to breakfast at Harmony Grill (which might be my favorite new brunch spot - I ate a whole meal! Plus, please note my giant, delicious Bloody Mary, at front),
and then went to pick up her stereo at the repair guy, who was hilarious! He told stories of the four times he was nearly killed (three of which were in his shop), showed us pictures of his custom-painted ("the color you dream of" = cream?) 1966 Mercedes and his two prized plant pots. Then we left there (laughing), drove behind a train,
and went to an open studio/art show at Jim Newberry and Derek Erdman's place, which was fabulous! I want to hang out there all the time, and for everyone there to be my best friends. Here is a picture of Derek (L), who made incredible hummus and put out crudite and mango slices and Julia (R), his roommate, who entertained us with fascinating stories of fraud and the public interest, with Jim (R) and a friend of his, chatting in the background.



SO: I drank again last night at the Mad Professor show I attended (alone) down the street at Martyr's. I had a great time, and danced my butt off. It was a virtual sausage-fest, though, and interestingly (and annoyingly, I must say), I was not approached by any of the men in attendance, except for when I rode up on my bike ("Hi. Nice wheels.") and when I left for the night ("Have a safe trip home, Sweetheart."). No one can tell me that it is easy for women to meet guys in bars. I NEVER DO! Even when I wear makeup.

In the middle of my five-beer evening (around number three), I started to text-message people, and this is where I got into trouble. I texted my brother, because he too likes Mad Professor. Then I remembered that dating guy likes him too, and I sent him this:
"at Mad Professor show wishing I didn't f things up - would be fun w/you" at hit send before I really thought that through. Now I have officially bugged him in three digital media forms: email, myspace, and text message. I *AM* done. I swear.

[Meanwhile, I've struck up a conversation online with another guy who seems good so far, and we might meet this week! That's exciting. But weird, and somewhat soon for me. We'll see.]

So, after texting Sheila and Tina too, I danced till 2:00am, came home, let the dog out, hung out, wrote back to new guy, and went to sleep around 3:15am.

At 7:30am today, my cell phone rang. It was all the way across the room, and on Sunday mornings, my mother tends to call to tell me about some interesting piece on the "CBS Sunday Morning" program, and with a hangover like this, I just couldn't rush to get to it. I mean, it's not like I was gonna turn the TV on.

But Lois woke up, so I took her out, and when I came back, I clicked on the phone's "1 missed call" view button, and it was...dating guy.

He didn't leave a message.

xos