Beastmomma

This morning I made myself a cup of Chai to get me started on my day. I feel super jittery and hyper.  I came in and had to work on a fucking flow chart. Excuse my language, but I feel upset that I can be humbled by a software program. I spent about two hours on it and I amazed with how much time gets eaten up with these small details.  Enough of my rage at these silly details of the day...

Last night, I was on the phone with Anshu and we were updating each other on the latest online dating adventures.  We decided to give each other challenges of working in phrases or topics into phone conversations with these fellows.  Mine is to incorporate the story of when I did karaoke and sang "I've got friends in low places." It was at a dinky hotel in North Carolina that only had country songs. My friend Corinna was supposed to back me up, but she was not about singing because she did not know the words.  (I just realized that there are stories about being limited by the quest for perfection in all areas of my life) Anshu's challenge was to use the phrases "vaginal vault" and "pussy posse." The encounters yet to come should be entertaining to say the least.

Yesterday, I started e-mailing with a new person from the onion.  I have been online now for just about three months. I am finding that I am gettting bolder in the correspondence and asking a lot of intense questions up front. I think I am just too lazy to waste time with people whose opinions I would have trouble respecting.   One of the best ways to find that out is to ask questions; this fellow is a bit resistent and told me that I was intense and he was not sure that he could answer the questions over e-mail.   That is fair and I need to be patient.  Like Jef and Ben said a few posts ago, I do tend to go for lasanga instead of filling up on breadsticks.  Speaking of.... where are those fellows? Feels like it has been forever since they commented.

Anyway,  the grand Regina has set up a website. She is humorous and in love with her cats. I am not a big cat person, but I like reading her other stuff.  She has the blend of sarcasm, jerkiness, and truth all while making you laugh and wanting you to yell "right on sister!" Hopefully, I would be able to yell that in a manner that makes me sound cool instead of goofy.

This weekend has been pretty full of social outings. On Friday night, I went with a woman from work to see Michael Moore's new movie.  There is good discussion about the film here. I was impressed with the good turnout and I hope that it will be part of what inspires people to vote or at least feel the need to become well informed.  I need to work on doing more of that myself.

Yesterday, I went to the wedding of some of my friends from Tulane.  It was great to see some old friends from graduate school and to stay out dancing until 2am.  I used the phrase "drop it like it is hot many times" as I was encouraging people to dance.

Today, I had brunch with my neighbors and then went to look at houses. I found another top contender which I am going to get my current roommate to view and we shall see what happens.   The evening was supposed to end with dinner and a viewing of the play Brooms which my roommate was in and my sense of direction managed to make the logistics turn into yet another comedy routine. Let me explain:

The original walking boy and I were going to meet at my house, then have dinner, and then see the show.  I e-mailed him directions. He got lost. I tried to give him directions, but that made things worse. I decided to meet him at the downtown YMCA to save the hassle of trying to remember street names and such things.  I got to the YMCA and realized that I had forgotten two things: directions to the theater and figuring out a place to eat that was nearby.  On my way to the YMCA, I had left messages for sevaral friends to try to get directions and one called back. I got directions to the show and how to get to a place to eat. We go to the Whole Foods and run into one of my friends who is going to see the show. She gives us foul proof directions and we make it to the show on time.  The play is grand and Beth does a fantastic job.  Incidently, I did not know this before the weekend. The play is about four women who get magic brooms and they can conjure up their ideal mate.  There were good quotes and questions. However, this was an interesting play to see with someone that you find attractive.   In all the excitement of telling Beth what a good job she did, we forgot to get directions for him to get back to Raleigh.  We decide that he will follow me in to get to the freeway and if we got super lost that we would stop and ask for directions.  As we were departing, I apologized again and he said that he had a good time anyway and thanked me for inviting him out.  We hugged and then got into our cars. I got a little bit lost, but managed to get him to the freeway.  We waved goodbye.  I got home and after given him sufficient time to get to his place, I called to make sure that he was safe and to thank him for being such a good sport.  He laughed and said that it was no big deal because he gets lost all the time.  It is hard to tell if he was being polite or really meant it. I feel like he was sincere because we both kept laughing and I was the one that was harping on directions.   However, he did mention being busy and training for the marathon several times. These things are so hard to predict.  One good thing about doing the second date is that there was not as much nervousness. Plus, I was a bit pissed off that he had not called so I did not feel as jittery. 

Anyway, big picture point of the entry is that while I may wish for perfection, I need to work on embracing reality.