I’m going to the burrito truck for a tasty burrito from a truck. Girls are a pain, sex is fun but overrated and I have good housemates. I would date a christian girl if she were extraordinary but I don’t think I would date a girl in AA.
I said to my housemate, Ann, this morning, “I know you’re not an elitist, Ann, but I am (an elitist) and I’m telling you - You are the elite.”
I pass this onto you. You know who you are.
And now I’m rolling around with someone at work, who I really really like, and all the girls at work read the blog and other girls I went out on dates with read the blog (some that I really like but not really really like) and
Oh, it’s gonna get dark.
Sage advice from my best ex-girlfriend and best current superhero, super-beauty, super-underemployed girlyfriend:
And you should not write about the girls you date on your blog, that is if you’re going to tell them to read your blog. Girls are at the same time self obsessed and insecure (and when I say “girls” what I really mean is “all people”). They will Always take it the wrong way.
An update:
1. the weekend was big and gay (gay pride for those of you who don’t know).
2. Me and a shitload of lesbians (plus the gayest straight man you ever met and this other dude who was a douche) spend Sunday morning (well, we got there just after noon) at the Hustler Club.
3. Along with all of the titties on Sunday there were quite a few on Saturday at the Dyke March as well.
4. The Dyke March was cool but, please, that website is the stupidest thing I have ever seen. If my only experience with lesbians was that web page I would hate them.
1. Go and read this. It’s short. Sensitive and detailed and beautiful. Thank god for guys like that. I haven’t read all of his other stuff. Let me know how it is.
2. My new job is the greatest new job ever.
3. I should have fucked L. How come you guys didn’t tell me?
4. I still love being back in San Francisco. All of you should move here.
The communication with L. last week was quiet–a few emails Monday or Tuesday and then not much. Even early in the week it was telling that things weren’t quite the same…for both of us.
“I’ll send her a message and see,” I said to Adrian, Saturday. “I’m no a doomsayer. I am losing interest, yes, but…I’ll send a message.”
The message was followed with an obligatory call (voicemail) and I returned with an obligatory response (voicemail) and then nothing.
And it’s fine because what do we really have to talk about? She’s funny, charming, beautiful (so fucking beautiful - I did get some nakedness on Sunday and that was super rad) and I hope we can hang out, but it wouldn’t have worked. No way.
I like ugly girls who like sad books.
Maybe she met someone and when that inevitably fails she’ll call me and we can fool around and laugh and be retarded.
But what I did learn from L. is that I like happy girls who laugh easy. L. is fun and I’ll miss that the most.
I sent an email and a copy of my resume (200kb pdf) to a local design company here in the city in response to an ad for a writer. The email I sent was carefree and smart-alecky and was not truly intended to garner a response. But (I am writing about it on here) they did…Respond. I meet with them tomorrow at 11:00 am.
I really don’t know what the fuck they do. Their description of themselves is either intentionally vague or so esoteric that only people in the ‘design’ industry know what they’re talking about.
From their website
[Our] team has worked in product development and marketing at high-tech companies, including Netscape and Apple. We’ve been in the trenches, running large websites, so we understand the constraints and product development challenges faced by our clients. We work to help them bring great things — computer and web applications; websites, handheld devices; kiosks; consumer electronics — to market.
I write about sex and food and rock and roll and bad behavior; I don’t really know about ‘product development challenges’ but I do know about Czech brothels and cocaine and smoking cigarettes in the alley with the cooks.
I bet that’s translatable. I’ll let you know.
I went on a date with a girl yesterday and it was vapid. It was so bad and she wants to hang out with me again. What’s wrong with this girl? Is it possible that I could be so utterly bored and she could have actually enjoyed herself?
She recommended a movie to me about performance art hippies from the sixties and seventies San Francisco. Ack!
Matthew laughs at me occasionally and reminds me I once said, “I don’t do unrequited love.” It’s true. If I don’t like you I hope you would have the self respect to just walk away.
That would probably make me like you.
