stories

I'm a sucker for good love stories. 

I really wanted the sassy artsy redhead and the British Rocket Scientist to work out.  I wanted to see how the rest of that story played out.  It would have been a classic tale of how left-brained and right-brained opposites attract.  I wanted him to take her to dinner and tell her about what he was doing on the cutting edge of aeronautic cryogenics.  I wanted him to go to all of her improv shows, and support her work in the theater.  I wanted each to marvel at and support the others' passions which would both fascinate and frighten them.  I wanted them to go on dates and fall in love... maybe get married and have two weddings - one in New York and one in London.   Give their (brilliant) kids the opportunity to go to Oxford or Juilliard... MIT or Tisch.  

But... that's ridiculous.  Because these are real people.  And stories are just stories.  And even when things are in your control - that X factor, that spark - is either there or it isn't.

random thoughts...

*just because you CAN wear it doesn't mean you SHOULD...

*just because it fits, doesn't mean it fits well...

xoxo
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yay

so today will officially be known as the day i got into the program i wanted at the grad school i wanted... nand not the day i picked up my shit from my ex's place.


grad school so totally trumps loser ex-bf!

YAY!

life is good.

xoxo
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sentimental ramblings...

in my head i had thought about running into him a thousand times. and in my head, i was wearing the perfect outfit, my hair was actually cooperating for once, and my makeup looked simultaneously sexy and casual.

when i ran into him, he would hug me hello and his hand would gently caress the small of my back as i pulled away, just like he used to. (and because my perfect outfit involved a shirt with a spliced open back, his hand would find my bare back.)

we would talk, and catch up, and i would instantly remember how amazing he is, and also how wonderfully modest and laid back.

and he would do that thing where a guy puts his arm around you and pulls you into his side, and you just sort of fold into his chest before you pull away.

and he would tease me, and i would tease him right back.

i never thought that when i actually did run into him, everything would actually go exactly like that.
EXACTLY like that.
well, except for the part where there was a lot less pulling away, and a lot more making plans to see each other again.

xoxo,
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when did guys become the new girls???

when did guys start telling each other EVERYTHING?!?!? i mean, i know that girls do it all the time, but we at least PRETEND that we don’t. We would NEVER let our friends admit to the guy that we've been talking about them!

backstory:

i sent Cute (see a previous post) a facebook message to say hi/sorry for all the drama/let me know if you want to grab a drink sometime, and he responded. a few messages went back and forth, the gist of them being that we would get a drink sometime at the end of this week. yay!

but alas. today i started getting texts from Kicks about it, totally fishing for information and letting me know that he knew i had contacted Cute. he also seemed to think that Cute and i had definite plans tonight and he totally invited himself along (weird...)

ugh. i just really don't want to or deserve to be grilled by the BFF. and more importantly, if i’m even going to THINK about going on a date with someone or starting ANYTHING, then i need to know i’m starting it with YOU, not you, your BFF, and his GF...

there are few things LESS attractive than a guy who can’t keep his mouth shut.

so sad, because Cute, you have officially become Not Cute.

so sad.
xoxo
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unanswered phone calls/text messages have approximately the same shelf-life as sushi -- 24 hours.

happy st. patrick's day!

ps. dear girl on subway,
putting pretty makeup on does not erase the lime green jumpsuit with brown uggs.
i dont care that it's st. patrick's day.
thanks.

xoxo
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nothing good happens after 2am...

names have been changed to protect the innocent... and the not so innocent...

saturday night rolls around and after the syracuse game (tear!) i head downtown to meet my friend Kicks (because he has the best kicks in the planet!), his GF, and his best friend, Cute, are at a Bday party at one of those super trendy bars in the lower east side that doesn’t have a sign and is impossible to find. i’m still bummed from the syracuse loss, but i go anyway, and i finally find it.

i walk in, say hi to Kicks and GF and everything is fine. then GF wanders off and Kicks goes after her. so i’m left standing in a crowd of 20 drunk girls whose main concern was taking a photo cute enough for facebook. (sidenote: if you are worried about that, you probably should have taken it earlier when you all weren’t such drunk messes!)

so, i go over to say hi to Cute, who is sitting off to the side, and we start chatting. (now i should probably mention, for the sake of full disclosure, that i’ve met Cute a bunch of times before, and quite frankly, think he’s cute. simple as that. he’s cute, but we’re also becoming friends because of our mutual friend, Kicks. and i've been nervous about making a move because of said mutual friend.) so we’re talking, blah blah blah. how are you? what have you been up to? blah blah blah.

and the next thing i know, GF is yelling at me to come over. she actually yells at me to come over to hers, and then she walks over, grabs my hand, and drags me away.

because apparently, Bday girl wants to hook up with Cute. and i am not allowed to talk to him. (i think her words were something along the lines of “Bday girl is trying to hook up with Cute. So you can’t talk to him!” and then she pushes (LITERALLY PUSHES!) Bday girl over to Cute.

yeah.
time to go.
i don’t need bitchy drunk-girl drama.

i find Kicks, tell him that i’m heading home and that it was great to see him. he stops me and tells me that he, GF, and Cute are all leaving too and I should cab with them. I try to just get the hell of out there, but quite frankly, cabs are expensive, and all 4 of us live within 10 blocks of each other.

so i agree to leave with them. it was a bad decision, but it made sense at the time.

so we finally get GF peeled away from all her drunk-ass friends and we head outside where GF proceeds to whine at Cute about why he’s not going home with Bday girl because “omigawd! you really should!”

so we’re waiting for a cab and i can’t help but think – if Cute wanted to, he could have totally gone home with BDay girl. but quite frankly, he looked pretty damn uncomfortable when GF pushed Bday girl at him.

so we grab a cab. and there are 4 of us. so i, trying to be magnanimous, offer to sit up front. and Cute immediately says “i think it needs to be one of those 4 people in the back of a cab kind of nights!” i try to offer again (it’s a long ride and i don’t want to cramp people) but Cute reiterates it and says “come on” and then smiles at me. so of course i hop my cute butt in the back of the cab.

and we’re off!

and i can’t help but notice that Cute’s leg is pressed right up against mine. and he’s not moving it. and i can’t help but think that maybe i’m reading way way way too much into it, but maybe, just maybe, he actually WANTED to sit next to me in the cab... maybe...

so Cute and i start talking and pretty soon GF starts in on Cute again – insisting that he start texting her. now, i’m not exactly one to take my advice from tv shows, but i must give a shout-out to “how i met your mother” – if it’s after 2am, go home! nothing good happens after 2am. and interestingly enough, Cute seems to agree with what’s flying around in my head. he politely declines and tries to change the subject. which does not go well. GF is pissed. she starts in on him – why won’t he text her...it’s her bday...blah blah.

and then, i just can’t help it. i laugh. now, it’s not one of those out-loud, rolling on the floor, can’t contain yourself laughs. it’s merely a closed-mouth chuckle. and i’m not laughing AT Cute, and I’m not laughing AT GF. ok, maybe i AM laughing at GF. but it’s funny. i find her dedication to this to be hillarious.

and then she flips the F out. tells me to shut up, tells Kicks that i’m bitchy, and really annoying her, and that i have “no idea of the whole story” (i can’t help but think that the whole story is that, at the end of the night, Cute DID NOT want to go home with Bday girl. end of story.)

Kicks is trying to get her to quiet down and Cute is mumbling something that sounds apologetic. and finally GF shuts up and we have quiet for the remaining 60 blocks and i just stare out the window. and i’m actually pretty upset. i don’t hang out with people who bitch each other out and crazy drunk girls who think they’re in the middle of some bad reality tv show. this is just not my scene (thank god!)

so we finally get uptown and all pile out of the cab and GF immediately walks aways and starts yapping on her cell, giving me the death-glare. ugh. so i say goodnight to Kicks (who apologizes profusely) and he goes to GF to get her drunk-ass home.

and all of a sudden, it's just Cute and me.

and he starts walking, and i start walking, and Cute is being really nice. and i can’t help but think (and maybe i’m reading way way way too much into this) that in his “i’m so sorry, that was crazy...blah blah blah... she always thinks she can control my life...blah blah blah... i’m so sorry…) that maybe, just maybe, he might be interested in me. (i know it’s a stretch, but i can wonder, right?)

so we finally get to his door and it’s sorta awkward in a “well, this is me” sort of way (he actually says that – it’s cute.) so i thank him for being so nice, and he gives me a hug (yay!).

and all of a sudden i’m all smiley and happy and really don’t give a crap about the crazy girl. because Cute just hugged me. yay.

xoxo

g

direct quote

(direct quote)

"Hey. Its [guy I hooked up with recently]. Just wanted to say thanks for the other night. Had alot of fun. I was hoping we could be freinds, and try to keep it just freinds while not having it be akward. If thats cool"

*Just a thought: if you can't SPELL friends, I don't know if we can BE friends."

Buy a dictionary and learn to spell!
thanks.

xoxo
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Boy Screening Application

Height ____ (taller than me)

Weight ____ (heavier than me)

Hair Color ____

Eye Color ____

Age_____ (Over 21 and under 25-30 years younger than my dad)

Sex at birth ____ 

Short Answer (200 words or less)

1) Do you own a cell phone

2) Do you know how to use it properly?

3) Are you adept at texting?

4) Do you use needless abbreviations involving numbers and misspellings?

5) Are you still in love with your ex? (if yes, please stop here)

6) Do you own a passport? 

a) Have you used it?

7) Do you have a job?

8) Do you live on your own or with your parents?

9) Would you describe yourself or your friends as "racist"?

10) Do you consider yourself religious?

11) Briefly describe your academic endeavors.

12) Have you ever been convicted of a felony?

13) Briefly describe your political beliefs.

a) Do you believe in global warming?

14) Discuss your weekly alcohol intake and general tolerance.

Essays (800-100 words each)

1)  In way ways do you believe you are qualified for this position?

2) Are you interested in advancing with this company?

3) Discuss your reliability, callback response ethic, and idea on an accelerating scale of how much time you can dedicate to this job.

Additions welcome :)  (use the comment link at the bottom of the post)

cheers,

v

if you can't be bothered to call me, i can't be bothered to sleep with you.

xoxo,
g

found object:
undeveloped roll of film. probably from college.

excellent.

xoxo
g

random thoughts...

"hanging" is not a date

2 is not to (or too, for that matter) and nite is not night

therefore, asking if i want to "hang 2nite" means you will not see me because "2nite" DOES NOT EXIST!

thanks.

xoxo
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Better than Counting Sheep

Sometimes, when I can't fall asleep at night, I like to picture all previous ex-boyfriends and hookups in the same room together.  Like they were sent some mysterious message by a higher power to show up at that exact place and time without further explanation.  Refreshments would be served, and they'd kind of mill about the room sizing one another up, and making small talk.  It's not really a fantasy, more like an amusement.

My best friend, John, would figure it out first.  Yes.  My current guy best friend and I dated briefly (I count him as a half-relationship since it was half-hearted on both our parts).  But he's seen me through many a break-up, received many a tearful phone call, and listened to more than his share of "you'll never believe where I ended up this weekend" stories.  He knows what's what.  

After an improv show last week, while getting drinks at a nearby bar, this little vision just about came true.  At least for the gentlemen I've been involved with in some capacity in the last few months.  Silly facebook invites.  They all decided to come.  Paul lives in another city, and happened to be in town for work.  Nathan actually got off work early from his big brainy-sciencey job to come.  John was in the show with me (though, let's be clear, we've been just-friends for a good two years now).  Logan may or may not be interested - that's up for debate.  But he definitely wants to be friends, and seems interested in hanging out, at the very least.  And Peter, who may or may not actually like me, but everyone TELLS me he likes me (do I sound thirteen yet?) was ALSO there.  

John pretty much stood back with our other good friend from college and LAUGHED at me, as the scene unfolded.  Don't get me wrong, I am a WHORE for attention, and try very hard to draw the line there.  But this was a little bit beyond my control.  To be fair, and somewhat modest - things with Paul and I are over, and we're just friends now.  I hope.  Things with Nathan are kind of sporadic.  He works a lot, and I've been out of town a lot.  

Actually, Nathan and Logan became VERY good friends.  They actually exchanged numbers... which I thought was a little bit adorable, but then complicated things.  Like in case I  maybe start to like Logan a little bit better than Nathan.  But Nathan is british.  See how hard this is?  

Ideally, when juggling boys, they start out as strangers, and they STAY strangers.  Stupid improv, and stupid facebook.  I didn't expect them all to show up in the same place!  Shame on me... 

Cheers,

v

theory: if you can't think of anything more interesting to say to me than "so, how do you know [insert mutual friend's name here]?" then you deserve what you get.

recently, after answering said lame-ass question perhaps 15 different times, i told a bunch of people (at a friend's bday party) that i met said friend at a summer camp run by the CIA that was sorta a "so you wanna be an spy/agent?" kind of thing. i told them we both just sorta went because we thought it would be cool and wanted to be spies but realized we couldn't hack the extreme lifestyle. everyone just bought it. some of them even started asking questions about the camp. it was hilarious.

i think they thought if i was wearing pearls, that i was an upstanding citizen and therefore not lying.
OR they were too busy staring at my rack to notice what i was saying.

either way, hilarity ensued.

xoxo
g

i don't care how cool you think you are, green acid wash jeans are NEVER the answer to an outfit...

xoxo
g

Why.

Answer me this - 

Why, when there is a perfectly sane, funny, smart, attractive boy totally into me, do I find 8,000 reasons why I can't date him. (one of them being distance.  That's legit, right?)

While at the SAME TIME, am totally enamored with a boy I've seen twice in the last five months.  (With whom I obviously think I have an amazingly deep personal connection that transcends time and space.)

Duh, V.  If he REALLY liked you, he'd CALL you.  My life is an even WORSE episode of Sex and the City.  Except with startlingly little of the former.

cheers,

v

weekend

ok, so last friday i went to the bulgarian bar downtown with a bunch of my girlfriends. had tons of fun and danced a lot, sweated a lot (i had forgotten how hot it gets there. eek!) and drank some yummy white sangria -- delightfully refreshing!

i also received a fantastic compliment! (no, for real, it was great!)

so i spot this cute dj boy downstairs and decide he needs to notice me. (i was kinda bummed because the cute drummer boy from upstairs had left after his band's set. boo! i mean come on, did you not notice the 5 hot chicks dancing in front of you?!? lame...)

ANYWAY!
so i positon myself artfully in his sight line and start dancing away. and pretty soon his (kinda cute) dj friend pops down and takes my hand and just starts dancing with me

and he's a FANTASTIC dancer. yay to that. i had almost forgotten what it's like to dance with someone who actually knows how to dance and can actually LEAD.

so we're salsa-ing all over the place and he's spinning me so fast i have to spot so i don't fall over (thank you ballet classes!)

and at one point he asks me, in a delicious accent, where i'm from and i say "here, i live here"

and then he says it...

"wow, you dance like someone who wasn't born in the states."

at which point i lean back and laugh and just let him lead me around for a little while longer.

xoxo
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