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No Blue Meanie Gal For Me!

Eventually I'll have to tell the story of how I learned that "one man's psycho is another man's princess." I'd tell it now, except that I've already spent faaaaaaar too much time trying to get my blog back up and running after Movable Type was installed on my server. I didn't even install it, yet somehow I managed to make a mess!!! ...but in the end, it all got fixed, and I think things look better than ever - though I'm still debating the font (this one you're reading right now) - not that it matters... ramble ramble...

Working on this website really has me creatively wiped-out - so I'm going to cheat a little and post something I wrote a while ago. The following was written this past Valentines day. I'm sure that explains the mood of it.

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Dating sucks. You know it, the girl wishing she had a date today knows it, the man wishing he had someone to buy flowers for knows it, and the woman at the flower shop cutting and prepping flowers for everyone else while none are ever for her... she damn well knows it. I know it too.

I meet people. I meet people through friends. I meet people through groups sometimes. I meet people on the net. I flirt. I try my best to be charming. Whatever.

Dating sucks.

I find myself on date after date with people I have this or that in common with:

The internet dates are always the most amusing:

It's easy to get intimidated and feel doubt about the entire dating process.

But then one day, out of the blue, the phone rings. I'd written a silly post in Missed Connections two pays previous that spoke of seeing so many beautiful people while walking around downtown, and someone replied. We'd swapped a few emails, and the emails were getting longer and longer, and they were fun to write and read. I completely forgot that I'd given her my phone number in the last email... and now she's on my phone. At first - I'll be honest - I had no idea who she was. It had been a long day & I was tired already. I hadn't been paying enough attention when she said her name because I was so taken by the cute energetic voice in my phone. By the time I got to my computer a minute or two later (while talking to her), I didn't care who she was because she was so much fun to talk to.

Then I get to my computer and realize exactly who she is. OH!!!! She'd sent me a really cute picture that didn't show what her face looked like, other than a great smile. We talked on the phone for around four hours straight. The conversation wouldn't stop. It's obvious that we have to meet. Hell, that had been obvious to me five minutes into the four hour phone call.

We hang up the phone. Two hours later we're meeting for dinner. I'm at the spot where we agreed to meet (Pioneer Square). She walks up to me and smiles as we make eye contact. She says my name as a question (as if to say 'is that you?'). Damn she is cute. Her picture hadn't shown her face, so I was almost expecting her to be unattractive. She was so much fun to talk to that it didn't matter - I wanted to meet her anyway... but she wasn't unattractive at all. In fact, the challenge for me was to not have roaming eyes. She was really cute.

We walked to a restaurant nearby and had a great time. After dinner, we went to Safeway and bought a bottle of wine before going back to my place. And you know what we did at my place - wink wink nudge nudge? I'll tell you what we did. We had a wonderfully innocent evening, sharing stories over a bottle of wine. It was perfect. We held hands as I walked her back to catch her bus. We each made it clear that we wanted to see each other again.

Am I excited to see her again? Absolutely. But that's not even the point of this post really.

People always say they take time to enjoy the little things and the little moments that matter the most, but too many fail to really do it. Last night was one of those little moments. It was many of them actually. And I loved it. What comes next? I have no idea. I'll take it one day at a time. But regardless of what happens today or tomorrow, or a month from now... yesterday was perfect. And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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Fast forward to present day (April 25th) & that entire experience couldn't feel more distant... almost as if it never happeed. It's worth noting what occurred AFTER that date. Here's a hint: I believe his name was Glen. Some wounds never heal I guess - but I can't help thinking how sad it is when people let their pasts get in the way of the here and now.

Whatever.

P.S. Who am I kidding? I named this story after the thing! She (*this she, not above-date-story-she) named her vibrator "The Blue Meanie." Now THAT'S comedy.

:)

::::: | Sunday, Apr 25 2004 at 11:47 PM
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