Questions to answer:
1. Who is driving?
2. Who is bringing a tent?
3. Approximately how many dollars should we bring?
4. An idea about camping one night and staying in a hotel one night was brought up -- what do we think about that?
5. What kind of camping supplies do we have, and what do we need.
Yay! I can already taste the tequilla.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Loft parties and neighborly advances
I'm at a strange place in my emotional evolution, I think.
For once, I'm not chasing a boy. I'm not consumed by an impossible relationship I wish would come true. I don't think longingly about anyone in particular when my mind wanders in the car. I don't go home dejected after the night is over. It's freaking liberating. Don't get me wrong though, a relationship would be nice, and sex would be even better. I just don't want to put energy towards making something happen.
And it's not like I have removed temptation from my path.
On Friday night, 8 and I went to a party at my colleauge's loft downtown. It was an incredible loft; one you would expect to find in NYC. It was very industrial, white walls with high ceilings and drop lighting. Old photographs and artwork covered the walls. Out the kitchen window was a perfectly framed view of the downtown skyline. The building even had one of those elevators where you have to pull down the gates and operate the lift via a panel of buttons on the wall. Seeing 8 in my current state of tranquility was excellent on multiple levels. I had absolutely no desire to impress him. I did not dote. My goal was to enjoy the people, the food and the wine. I let him take care of himself. At one point, he and I were talking to a somewhat attractive single man from NYC. This man and I had, I don't know, kind of a thing going I guess. By thing I mean we were having a good conversation. I thought he was cute, but he wasn't setting off symphonies in my head or anything. Our conversation was interrupted by the announcement for dinner, and our little trio split, at which point 8 began to go crazy.
"Should I have left you two alone?" 8 asked.
"Um, what?" I responded.
"You guys had something going there. He's so into you."
"Eesh, I just, yeah, he's cool, but I'm not into that right now."
"Oh yeah, right. Really, he was so into you."
"Um, could we drop this please?"
And so on and so forth. Of course, the night ended with 8 being all complimentary, spouting his usual, I have so much fun with you, you make me feel so good, blah blah blah. But instead of fixating on that, I took it, looked at it under the light, put it in a ziploc bag and threw it in the garbage. Realization of the evening: 8 is full of shit. I already have plenty of my own shit. I don't need any of his.
Saturday night, temptation wandered my way again, this time in the form of my next door neighbor. We'll call him 9. He is beautiful, smart, artistic. But I'm. Just. Not. Interested in all of the bullshit games that I would have to play to even begin to broach having any sort of romantic relationship with him. Plus, I don't even know if he would be interested in a romantic relationship with me. Double plus, he is my next door neighbor. If my some small chance we did have something and broke up, I would STILL have to see him every day. That would suck. I'd rather not even go there. Triple plus, both of my neighbors love my kitties, and I would not want to deprive my little fuzzy pals of their friends.
OH! And one other weird thing that's been happening. #1. Remember #1? He's been coming over lately. I'm not sure what that's all about, but I'll write more as that develops.
For once, I'm not chasing a boy. I'm not consumed by an impossible relationship I wish would come true. I don't think longingly about anyone in particular when my mind wanders in the car. I don't go home dejected after the night is over. It's freaking liberating. Don't get me wrong though, a relationship would be nice, and sex would be even better. I just don't want to put energy towards making something happen.
And it's not like I have removed temptation from my path.
On Friday night, 8 and I went to a party at my colleauge's loft downtown. It was an incredible loft; one you would expect to find in NYC. It was very industrial, white walls with high ceilings and drop lighting. Old photographs and artwork covered the walls. Out the kitchen window was a perfectly framed view of the downtown skyline. The building even had one of those elevators where you have to pull down the gates and operate the lift via a panel of buttons on the wall. Seeing 8 in my current state of tranquility was excellent on multiple levels. I had absolutely no desire to impress him. I did not dote. My goal was to enjoy the people, the food and the wine. I let him take care of himself. At one point, he and I were talking to a somewhat attractive single man from NYC. This man and I had, I don't know, kind of a thing going I guess. By thing I mean we were having a good conversation. I thought he was cute, but he wasn't setting off symphonies in my head or anything. Our conversation was interrupted by the announcement for dinner, and our little trio split, at which point 8 began to go crazy.
"Should I have left you two alone?" 8 asked.
"Um, what?" I responded.
"You guys had something going there. He's so into you."
"Eesh, I just, yeah, he's cool, but I'm not into that right now."
"Oh yeah, right. Really, he was so into you."
"Um, could we drop this please?"
And so on and so forth. Of course, the night ended with 8 being all complimentary, spouting his usual, I have so much fun with you, you make me feel so good, blah blah blah. But instead of fixating on that, I took it, looked at it under the light, put it in a ziploc bag and threw it in the garbage. Realization of the evening: 8 is full of shit. I already have plenty of my own shit. I don't need any of his.
Saturday night, temptation wandered my way again, this time in the form of my next door neighbor. We'll call him 9. He is beautiful, smart, artistic. But I'm. Just. Not. Interested in all of the bullshit games that I would have to play to even begin to broach having any sort of romantic relationship with him. Plus, I don't even know if he would be interested in a romantic relationship with me. Double plus, he is my next door neighbor. If my some small chance we did have something and broke up, I would STILL have to see him every day. That would suck. I'd rather not even go there. Triple plus, both of my neighbors love my kitties, and I would not want to deprive my little fuzzy pals of their friends.
OH! And one other weird thing that's been happening. #1. Remember #1? He's been coming over lately. I'm not sure what that's all about, but I'll write more as that develops.
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