part II

how is it that one can go from no dates for muuuunths to three dates with three different gents on the same weekend? i don't know, but see that's what i'm saying, if that can happen then surely i can get paid to entertain people (see part I). so i'm sure that having someone's tongue in my mouth and having boys call me has indirectly made me more optimistic in terms of my career. let me knock on my faux wood desk right now before my social life goes right back down the crapper and takes my optimistic toe nail with it (again, see part I). i met one guy at a work thing a few weeks back. my co-worker got his number for me and told me that he's from georgia (the country near russia). he was quite cute and about 28, i guessed. well, turns out he is not 28, he's 24. and he's not from georgia the country, but georgia the state, and of course, he just broke up with his girlfriend and is not looking for anything serious (i swear i could find these suckers in a tornado with a blindfold on). at least he was upfront from day 1, which is appreciated. and he is quite an exceptional maker-outer and pretty damn cute, so what are you going to do? it's so unlike me to just get it on with someone like that, but hey f*ck it...and f*ck me, i guess.

then there's this guy who i met when i was out watching last week's presidential debate. we talked for quite a long time, and he hung out with me and the people i was with the entire evening, but when he left, we didn't exchange info, which i thought was odd, but whatever. well, little did i know that mr. smarty pants felt that he had acquired enough information to be able to find me, if he wanted to, which he did. equipped with only my common first name and place of employment, he found me and emailed me. he's very nice, and older. my guess is mid 30s. stable (at least it appears that way), with a good job (something to do with software) and no kids. just a strong chicago accent and an affinity for beer and whiskey. we were supposed to go out yesterday, but he got called into work, so he had to cancel. but as an older, mature gentleman should do, he 1) apologized, 2) gave a legitimate reason as to why we could not have dinner and 3) rescheduled during the same phone call with BONUS) a plan as to where we will go and a promise to 4) make it up to me. well done.

then there's my co-worker's friend, the one who i mentioned when i went to the cemetery to see Alien. well, he was also at the debate watch with me, my co-worker and her husband, and per my co-worker, she sensed that this he got a little jealous when this other chicago guy was being so attentive. keep in mind, he'd never asked me out or asked me for my number, so it was sort of surprising when he called me on saturday, and i ended up seeing him for dinner and following that up with a night out at a bar with excellent music with the young guy (see paragraph 1) for a mutual friend's birthday. between the saki and beer i had with dinner and the amaretto sours i had at the bar, i was feelin' alllright. and for a "non-drinker" such as myself, that alllrightness came on pretty quickly. and i was looking rather fly that night (as both of them pointed out), and other gentleman at the bar took notice, which i think prompted young guy to want to mark his "we're just friends" territory by touching, smacking, grinding my ass whenever possible. oh, what fun.

i have to actually do some work now in L.A.