The agony and the ecstasy

Good evening friends

I can hardly believe that another week is coming to a close. Time passes so quickly it is hard to appreciate its speed. This week there have been big changes: flowers are blooming, there are buds on the tree out front, the sun was actually shining. Seeing all this makes me realise that another Winter season of life is waning.

If only the winter season of dating would go with it...

Today I met a man at work. The pharmacist was nice and easy to talk to. Unfortunately, I did most of the talking. It's really annoying when that happens. Isn't it common courtesy to be conversational? What ev.

This evening I went to a function where I did not meet any new men, which is surprising because there were a lot of men there, but I did get to reconnect with some old friends. I also had what I think is one of the lamest conversations ever. It went something like this:

Me: Hey you look familiar, I think I've met you before.

Him: Yeah I think we've met too

Me: Wait a minute, I think we're facebook friends-that's why you look familiar.

Him: Yeah, I think we're facebook friends too

Me: Nice to see you again

Him: Yeah, nice to see you too

What was that? If I merely wanted someone to repeat me I would buy a parrot.

Anywho it was great to see old friends.

I also watched a foreign film with friends. I know this isn't a movie blog, but I just have to say that The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is a beautiful film. It is about a successful man who has a stroke, which causes paralysis and total aphasia. He can only blink his one functioning eye to communicate. Throughout the film, you see his memories, his dreams, and his perspective on the situation. With the help of a translator, he wrote a book letter by letter by blinking his eye. I definitely have a renewed gratitude for the ability to work, to take care of myself, walk, run, eat, drink and be merry. Life is a gift. Health is a gift.

Good night...

The morning after

Hello

I have taken the blog out on the town again. Me and my gal pals are enjoying this lovely weekend from the coffee shop. Earlier this morning, a friend and I started our urban line dancing class at the YMCA...there were no men (surprise, surprise), but it was fun.

Vegan Happy Hour did not start off well last night. I got to the bar and my friend who was supposed to be there hadn't arrived yet. There was a group of people chatting in a circle who looked like they could be vegan, so I just walked up to them and asked, "are you the vegans?" They weren't, but they seemed amused by the situation. I walked back further and found a group of people on couches underneath signs that said Vegan Drinks so I figured I'd found them. This group was a group of vegan people, but they didn't know my friend, and of course they didn't know me. It was kind of awkward for a minute, but I just kept talking to them and eventually they started talking with me and we had a nice conversation until my friend arrived. It was definitely another bad single moment; I didn't know what to do-stand around at the bar alone? Crash someone else's group? Thankfully it all worked out and hopefully those people don't think I'm too creepy.

On to the rest of the night.

First of all, I had a Smalltimore moment. Remember Mr. Argyle? The guy at my Church who turned out to have a girlfriend? He and his girlfriend were at the bar, and are friends with my friend. Smalltimore strikes again.

#1 The photographer. He works for a local magazine and was very nice. We chatted about art and photography and Baltimore.

#2 The reporter, was at one time a reporter, but is now an actuary. I asked him how one transitions from being a reporter to an actuary, but I am still not sure. He was nice and he chatted me up for a while.

#3 The smart guy. My first impression of this guy was that he is either special needs or incredibly intelligent. Turns out he is intelligent. We had a good conversation about the economy, politics etc...

So it was a profitable venture after all.

Part of me is glad that I am meeting all of these men because it gives me hope that there are a lot of guys out there that I haven't met yet. The other part of me is frustrated because I've met all these men and there isn't anyone that I like. I'm trying to trust the program; meet men and hope for the best.

bonsoir

Good Evening and happy Friday

Monday through Wednesday was useless in the meet more men sense.

Last night was the night I was supposed to go on the blind date, but I had to cancel so that I could attend a friend's sister's memorial service. It is categorically frowned upon to try to meet men at such events, however, my wing-man came through again and introduced me to a friend of his who was there.

The friend is a foodie and seemed like a nice person-we had a good conversation. Let's just keep it on the DL that I met him at a memorial service. :-)

I was so close to getting man #2 on the shuttle tonight, but I didn't get his name. First of all, I got to the shuttle stop after work and there were, no joke, short cheese busses waiting for us. I know that Hopkins has to charter cheese busses sometimes, but a short cheese bus? I wonder what all the intellectuals thought of riding the short bus home. Anyway, back to the man. We picked him and about 15 other people up off the side of the road because their bus had broken down. He was very polite; he offered his seat to a woman, which never happens, and he was conversational, but we got to my stop before I could get all his info. Next time I am in this sort of situation I hope that I will be able to seal the deal.

Tonight is vegan happy hour. Certainly there will be a single man there.

Cheers