Before I became an aunt
I was told
it would be cool
to be an aunt.
to be an aunt.
This much is true.
|And the name of the waitress (at left) was ... Karen.|
"My last OKC conversation began with 'I think you are submissive.' I should have hit the X then."No offense, Jen, but that's kinda funny. Particularly your follow-up to introduction .... which indicates that maybe you didn't "hit the X then."
"I stalk you a couple times. Then you stalk me a couple of times. What's the next step in the dance again? I forget. And who wears the ear muffs?"
"First, let me say that you are adorable. But, when I caught a glimpse of your calf in your photo, my heart started racing. This probably sounds ridiculous! Hahaha. Whatever."
"I once happened upon an anonymous dating blogger with whom I was about to have a date. One of my goals, though devious, was to make it on her blog."
"Getting in a car with you must be interesting, I am having a hard time imagining a nice girl from the midwest like you yelling and swearing out your car window at people, I'm not so sure I would want to be in the same car with you!"
"What a body on you. Jesus!"
"Do people actually try to regale you with their genital descriptions? Every time i read something like this--men (presumably) behaving like asses--I'm incredulous. I guess I just don't get men contacting me :D"
"if cynicism, being hypocritical towards jaywalking, and snarky sarcastic wit isn't sexy, well, then we are both screwed. or should hang out."
"Ad nauseum??? Whooa. Its big,it can rock, you'd get shocks and your legs will shiver, when its out you can run off, its the lion of the jungle, he wont stop till you surrender your den. ;)"
"Hi. I am almost 30 :)"
"You do look kissable, I'd like to kiss you. I'm a writer & part time musician too, some of the stuff I've written is in my journal if you're interested. I work in Southie, you've probably flipped me off before or something."
"You should strongly consider introducing me to your v*****."
"Lotta Lutherans from the Midwest. I'm from Wisconsin; almost as many Lutherans there as Catholics."
"How are you? Im from somerville, a fellow cynic. Maybe we could hate things, together? haha"
"O.K., so you have the most interesting profile on this site. Big deal :)"
Girl 1: “Like, you know, she was only like, you know, like not old enough to like, you know, know any better and, like, totally suspicious and like her boyfriend was, totally ....”
Girl 2: “Heh-heh! Heh-heh! Heh-heh-heh!”I can’t be the cranky lady who summons the flight attendant to request that she ask my neighbors to use their post-midnight “indoor” voices, can I?
“The place of stillness that you have to go to write, but also to read seriously, is the point where you can actually make responsible decisions, where you can actually engage productively with an otherwise scary and unmanageable world.”
"i keep thinking back to something i read in a magazine lately, that many people meet their mates via mutual friends. and i can think of many, many cases where that is true .... so...here's the question---how does one engineer social situations to bring out the friends and coworkers of others in a non set-up type way? rooftop thursdays are a good start...some of them have to have slightly older colleagues and neighbors and friends, right? regardless, i'm glad you met some new faces and got some energy from it, that periodic high from new people and unexpected fun is so key to survival!"In a week that included ugly-style love chats and married deceivers, I'm not unhappy to glom on to another excuse to survive.
|D, C, A and the dugout.|
"Karin knows it's dangerous to be thinking about the food to be consumed after the run, rather than focusing on the run. Meh."Glad that when I set out Saturday morning at 8:30 do 14-plus, I didn't know how ridiculously decadent my (specified & delivered as such) over-medium eggs, non-greasy homefries, seven-grain crusty bread with orange marmalade and Karma coffee were going to be at 11.
|Deluxe Town Diner, Watertown|
(Note pot of homemade marmalade ...
no jelly packets in this joint.)
This diner will be back.
(Thanks Random Blog Reader!)
|Mile 12 or so.|
Erstwhile Boy: HiPlease go back and imprint in your head the dialogue you just read. Reserve it.
K: Hey there.
EB: How ya been? Find love yet?
K: Oh, of course. You?
K: Come on. It's super easy.
EB: Nah... Not what I want
K: Come on. Get a sense of humor
EB: Every girl wants an all or nothing relationship
K: If I could find love you probably wouldn't be talking to me. Why so blue?
EB: Just stressed I think. When it rains it pours.. I'm tired
K: What makes you say hi tonight? It's been awhile.Our chat pace was slow. About this time I recalled that he also wrote a blog, one pertaining to a major hobby ... and for which the blog is a major catalyst. The name is unusual enough that I re-found it quickly and started browsing as I simultaneously wrote him about my trip to Europe. He was explaining some of his summer pursuits.
EB: I saw you in and I'm hardly ever on. Trying to quit the Internet
K: Noble. Are you in school this summer?
EB: I think about u often .... Daydreaming mostly
".... while on my honeymoon ..."One entry pictured him kissing a woman, and the surrounding text suggested this would be the same said-wife, recently married. Rather explains why we hadn't talked since May.
".... including my wife ...."
EB: Haha. Very cool. I still hope we can get together at some pointHere is me. Thinking maybe I should ask his wife if she would mind if we got together at some point. Or ask if he remembered he had given me his blog address.
K: Perhaps. I'm sure you are quite otherwise occupied.Really, really almost said something. Realized I was too tired to play the devil. Realized my job was not to fix this man, but to just not talk to him any more.
EB: I'm pretty busy yes... But.. I still want to get together... Perhaps have some excitement in our lives
K: Hey, alright, I'm gonna bail. I'm on the patio and it's coldAnd people wonder sometimes how I could possibly be cynical about dating. Bald-faced duplicity is just a total hoot.
EB: Wish I was there to warm you up
"Um, Karin? Call me back tonight, please. I'll be up late."Implied death and doom, so I called back within seconds. Turns out all was well. But he had read my blog yesterday ... and was worried.
I don't want to wonderSeriously. And they sound so damn chipper saying it.
If this is a blunder
I don't want to worry whether
We're gonna stay together
'Till we die
I don't want to jump in
Unless this music's thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive
I don't want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they're pulling down the branches
Of the Tree
I don't want to think about it
I don't want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom
Of the sea
I don't want to hold back
I don't want to slip down
I don't want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done
I don't want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don't want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run
I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly
"Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays
and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, there's people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown,
take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away,
I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Now the night does funny things inside a man
These old tomcat feelings you don't understand
I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette
Wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,I do want to be a big softie on these lyrics. Especially with the broken-chord acoustic backdrop, crying out for sentimentality.
and it being late, you'd like some some company,
Well I've had two, I look at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split,
the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you."
HBI: Sorry about earlierOn g-mail, HBI frequently shows the green light of "I'm here." Frequently he is not. Or not wanting to be, responding to "hello!" in a tone of, "um, not really." Such as he had that afternoon. We had left things awkwardly.
K: Yes, you were a bit short.
HBI: I had to look some stuff up quick, and then get to the post office.
K: Yup. It's fine. You should just not list yourself as available to chat. Then I wouldn't ask.
HBI: I prefer the mystery..... say I, joking. Perhaps a ;-) would have helped here.
K: Well then you're not allowed to be short.
HBI: People are going to have to take what they can get.
K: Sigh. Yes, I know. Because you're so wonderful ... we must suffer for your attention ...
He might have put a ;-) here. Obviously not so moved.HBI: Sure don't. No one has to do anything. But if they desire my attention, beggers cannot be choosers.
I was crabby, in that way where the crabbiness feeds on itself and inflates. He was .... something. Distracted? Disengaged? We went on like this for a half-hour, enough to inspire serious teeth-grinding.K: Noble. And it's beggars. Anyway. Did you make it to the post office?
K: Ah. So that's why you're crabby.
HBI: Yes, because I missed the post office.
K: Well, I can only guess.
HBI: Well, I'm not crabby.
K: Gotcha. Me neither.
a) you've never metWhy stay up? Why chat? Why waste good aggravation?
b) who is not moving back to Boston
c) who is being a modified ass right now and
d) who is seriously out of game or
e) not even bothering to fake it.
K: Seriously. Question here: Should I bother checking in with you again? You seem entirely less than interested.Grand pause.
HBI. yes. heh, you are mistaken
K: It's hard to tell.
K: Just let me know then. You hit me up when you're in the mood to talk next time.Five minutes. During which I laid my forehead on the table and just stayed there.
HBI: There's no reason to get excited. I am just on vacation, with friends, and have a lot of things going on at once, all the time. So sometimes I am distracted or short. But it has nothing to do with you. I am just busy. I try to talk to you as frequently as I can.
K: I understand that. I'm not excited.
K: But I also have other things going on and if you have nothing to say - or are distracted or short - then just tell me you don't feel like talking so I can go do those other things. That's all.
HBI: Well, if I was on, and didn't say anything at all you would tell me that I am "being quiet"
K: That has only ever been a joke as a way of greeting.I couldn't think of a response. So I went off to Facebook to play Scrabble.
HBI: It's fine.
Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History *Which of course made me wonder why, as I am so poorly behaved with my late nights and cereal cravings and weakness of engaging online with college boys and their lousy come-ons ... I am not more famous.
1. It will be Saturday morning, if at all possible. It will never be Sunday.
2. It will be mapped out ahead of time.
3. It will never be in the same place twice.
4. It will start and end at some awesome food locale, which I will patronize after successful completion.