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Mon, July 19
Fun Run-Ins
Just a quick note, as it is 4:20ish and I need a break from writing cover copy (too bad, no inhaling to go with this fine hour)...
This city is getting smaller and smaller. While strolling along arm-in-arm with J yesterday, not only did I run into a co-worker (who I dated very casually), but I even ran into the last guy I internet-dated. (I told him to read my blog again, at least, the last few entries because I was disappointed when he told me that he felt too weird reading my private journal. I told him that I am fully prepared to share this with the world, obviously. So, hey there Seth!) He's actually the guy who informed me that I graced the pages of the Time Out New York Personals...go figure. A pleasant run-in, to say the least.
Two hours later, a girl stared at my T-shirt (an old camp Blue Rill t-shirt, from my carefree sumer days of yore), and then exclaimed "Hey! I went there!" We realized we probably knew each other, but it was so long ago, (we were six), who knows...?
And to back track a bit- on Friday night, I went to Luca Lounge for a going away party of an old high-school friend. In addition to the usual Dwight crowd, I saw my old guy friends from Teaneck elementary schools AND Hebrew school...One of them told me he was just looking at a picture of the two of us and some of our Hebrew school classmates the other day, on his fridge, taken the day of our Confirmation.
One guy in particular there, looked very familiar...He realized that he was the one whose date spilled her red wine cooler on my pale blue prom dress (see Archives). And, along the same vein as the Hebrew School friend, he was just looking at those prom pictures (pre- The Big Spill) the other day, at his mom's house. He told me that instead of being known as "Dan's Date, Alexis", I was called "That Girl With The Pink Stains on Her Dress". I think I was better off not knowing that all these years. Thought I pulled off the pink as a fashion statement, but oh well :)
After Luca, my friends and I went to a club (oops forgot the name)...I am turning into a Club Girl because of J, but the nice part is that I don't have to deal with the pick-up scene that goes with it...or DO I? The moment I took two steps away from him to dance with my girls, a pool of sharks, I mean, men, shot in for the kill. I'd never seen a more aggressive crowd: They didn't care that we tried to pull the "Sorry, not interested, can't you see that we are dancing butch lesbians here?". They didn't care that we shrieked and pushed their hands away from our hips. Didn't make a shred of difference that Jen and I were pressed up against a wall, entwined, so as to avoid any touching whatsoever from guys. We were helpless prey. So much for not being glued at the hips (literally) to my boyfriend, but there was no other choice. Not like I minded it though.
Running in the park after work...My newfound Passion.
One of my readers asked me if now that I have a bf, am I going to lose my edge? Hm...I would like to think that the edge is just a part of me, something naturally cultivated over the years, that I couldn't get rid of even if I wanted to...I'm not worried.
I've never been that good at being smooth anyway.
Posted by lexzog at July 19, 2004 04:53 PM
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You went to Dwight? I have a lot of friends that went there. What year did you graduate
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