After work last night, Dan and I went to “our spot” in the park. “Our spot” is not really “our spot”, it’s just the place where we end up every time we go for a walk after work. Anyway, while we were there I got to witness first hand how it is that guys with dogs pick up chicks. Too funny. Though all the distractions while I was trying to tell a story were kinda’ making me wish that he would somehow turn gay.
But I must admit that there is nothing sexier than guys with dogs and/or babies.
Guys have it so easy!
If I happen to end up with a guy who has a cute dog (or child), I’m going to lead a very stress filled existence. I can tell!
Anyway, while we were having a deep, meaningful discussion as to why Harry Potter _____ with _______, it occurred to me to ask him if I looked any different to him. Well, I do. According to Dan, I’ve gained a few pounds.
Had any other guy said this to me I would have ripped their head off. But it was Dan. And he loves me (in a healthy, non-sexual way). And he wouldn’t have said it had it not been true. So after our little park experience, I walked home and decided to quit sweets until my birthday.
Must lose those 5 pounds.
Shit! I shouldn’t have had that munchkin with my coffee…
This heat has me all sorts of confused I think.
This morning, while on my way to work, I saw this boy who must have been about 17 years old. What a beautiful-beautiful creature! He reminded me of every boy and every quasi-man I have ever either gone out with or just fancied. So hot! In my distraction, I forgot to turn and walked two blocks in the wrong direction. Oops.
But who can blame me? He had that tormented soul vibe going. He could have been a writer/ photographer/ painter/ singer/ bass player/ DJ/ Xtreme athlete and God knows that those are the boys who make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Seventeen is definitely a little young for me though. I don’t care if I look ten, and I don’t care that when I’m 100 he is going to be 91. The fact of the matter is that I don’t think that dating a younger man is the way to go for me.
Though from what I heard today, a certain guy I spent some time with back in December is only 23. That broke my heart. I’m still in shock. All this time I’ve been thinking that he was 25 like everyone else I know but nooooooooo he is 23. I’ve been so dramatic about it that I think I gave him a complex. Oops.
But he is a tri-athlete and he is actually pretty smart so can anyone blame me?
Rationalizing. Bad bad sign.
Also Bill, an old acquaintance from SG, has moved to NY to pursue an acting career. We’ve been e-mailing and I’m pretty excited about seeing him (he is DEFINITELY 25+ - though I don't intend to date him). Jenny is coming Friday night for the DMB show Saturday and on Friday night we are all going to Stir and then Turntables on the Hudson. It will be like a little SG reunion but fun. Awwwwwwwwww So much to look forward to!!!
Anyway, I need fluids so I don’t get all dizzy and faint again. Ciao!