Archive for January, 2006

But see, I don’t really *like* you

Those of you who are long time readers of my blog–all one of you, hi Bella!–may recall that when I was trying my hand at online dating I had some interesting experiences. One of which was going on 3 dates with a very nice boy, wondering why he hadn’t even tried to touch me, say nothing about kiss me, and then having him tell me that he was gay. He said that he had wanted to put in one last ditch effort to be “normal” because he had always pictured himself settling in a nice little house with a wife and kids, but he just couldn’t do it. He said that after seeing how nice I was and how much he thought we had in common he realized if he couldn’t fake it with me, he couldn’t fake it with anyone. (Which is really a nice compliment if you think about it.)

He and I stayed friends, emailing back and forth and occasionally going out to eat. It seemed like he felt like he really had a connection with me because I was the first person he told; and he really needed someone to talk to at that point about his worries over telling his parents, and all sorts of things. I was glad to be there for him at that difficult time in his life. Now he’s got a boyfriend, his friends know and are supportive, his parents know and still love him although I guess they pretty much pretend they don’t know. I was happy to be there for him, but the more times we had dinner I realized that his sexuality was really the only thing we talked about–at his prompting.

The thing is, I don’t really want to hang out with him anymore, for the simple reason that I don’t really enjoy it. He just recently emailed me and asked me to find a time when we could have dinner and I realized I was dreading trying to make time for him. He’s very nice, but actually kind of a boring person in general, he has none of the personality traits that I would pick in my friends. We don’t share any activities or hobbies in common, we don’t have any mutual friends, we don’t live in the same neighborhood, we don’t read the same kind of books, we don’t watch the same kind of TV.

Have any of you ever outgrown a friend who had not outgrown you? What did you do about it? Do I sound terribly selfish here? Having dinner with a nice guy is definitely not going to kill me, but at the same time, it’s hard enough to find time to get together with my good friends. I feel horrid even writing that, but if you can’t sound like a selfish egotistical bitch on your own blog, where can you?

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Totally, Mr. Attorney Dude!

As a young woman in the work force, I work pretty hard to be taken seriously when necessary. I always try to maintain my youthful spirit and sense of humor with my co-workers, but when the rubber hits the road I want them to know that I can do my job, and do it better than most. And I’d like to think the clients I work with apreciate my dedication and professionalism, and just thank goodness they don’t know that I have puppies and a green Rainbow Brite Sprite decorating my office.

These two halves of my working personality are why when, yesterday, through a series of events that won’t mean anything to you, I accidently sent an attorney client an email with the subject line “Where’s my PDF, man?!?” I was absolutely mortified, then started laughing hysterically.

And I Wasn’t Even Reading Camus

Right. So I got home from work today fully intending to scrub the grout in the bathroom, having bought bleach this weekend specifically for this purpose. I was almost looking forward to it. Well, ok, no, but I was going to do it.

I went into the kitchen to get a trash bag to kneel on.

I came out of the kitchen, heard something pop and crack, felt my ankle turn and promply fell flat on my face. I didn’t trip. I didn’t crash into anything, but something obviously happened. I seriously thought I was going to faint. . .or throw up. I thought I was going to have to call my roommate and have her come home and take me to the emergency room.

Right now I’m lying on the couch with my foot up on two pillows. It doesn’t seem to be swelling or bruising and I can pretty much walk on it, but it fucking hurts.

I do have a history of ankle issues, from my skating days, but I haven’t had any problems for a long time. What the hell?

Wonder if this will bring out the foot fetish people again?

UPDATE: I think all is well. In talking to one of the biomechanics at work, he said I probably snaped my tendon over the joint when my ankle rolled (hence the popping noise) and it snapped back and now it’s just sore from all the activity.

I’m in love. . .

. . .with my new laptop. I had no idea how easy it was to pirate internet access. And last night in bed I curled myself around its lovely flat screen and watched a movie, even though I had access to a normal DVD player. I’m sitting here on my PC at work and thinking that maybe I could boot up the laptop and use it instead, just because. And, worst of all, I still haven’t taken the protective plastic cling off the top. . .and have no plans to do so in the near future.

P.S. I’d like to draw your attention to a new feature on the side bar of certain interesting searches that led people to my blog. Updated frequently.

So Bad That It’s Good

A group of us at work have instituted “Bad Movie Lunch.” We go into one of the conference rooms and use the projector and take turns bringing in the worst movies we can find (that are not completely inappropriate for the workplace). Today we are finishing up:


The governator’s first movie! In the words of the original trailer, “It’s totally awesome!” I don’t want to give any of the greatness away but the words “grizzly bear wrestling” ought to entice you to see this classic piece of filmmaking. But be sure you get the version with Arnold’s own voice, there’s a dubbed version, but the confusing accent is just part of the fun!

odds & ends

Firstly I’d like to start out by saying that for the first time I am blogging while horizontal! My laptop came and it’s all shiny and silvery and new and…well…MINE, and I can blog upstairs now. I’m never leaving my room.

Now, I’d like you to tell me if there is something wrong with me. Here are some of the things that I am either afraid to do, or have a hard time making myself do.

1) Trying a new restaurant or store when I know the one that I go to is perfectly fine. I live an hour away from where I used to live and I still go to that town’s mall and Target and Borders.

2) Making phone calls. Of any sort. I can’t explain to you why I put off calling even people that I know. I’d rather text or email…or just not talk at all. Well that last isn’t quite true, I do want to talk to them, but the actual calling process is, for some reason, daunting.

3)Interacting in large groups of people. I’m fine if you tell me to stand up and give a speech or tell a joke, but insinuating myself into a group dynamic I’m not so good at. People often think I’m not having a good time because they don’t see me actively participating.

And lastly, I watched a little bit of the golden globes last night and I was struck with this thought: It’s really amazing how many different ways there are to be beautiful.

That’s it, nothing too thrilling today. Sorry to disappoint.

More on Strange Dining Experiences

Last night I ate out at a Chinese Restaurant. It wasn’t one of those places where there are three tables but most of their business is carry-out; it was an all out, cloth tablecloth/cloth napkin sort of restaurant.

I was watching the table next to ours get bussed. They cleared everything off and then, with one swift tug, removed the tablecloth and deftly swung another one in its place. But not before I saw the poster of the half-naked asian woman (that’ll get some search engine hits) under plexi-glass on the tabletop.

So I peaked under ours. Ours was in an orange bikini.

“Li, your order’s up. Pan fried noodles at the orange bikini.”


Lori

A blog about my life and other stuff.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)