Friday, February 25, 2005

When it Rains, it Pours

I'm going to my Mom's this weekend, so when Bill called last night to see if I wanted to join him and a couple co-workers at The 19 Bar, I agreed. Ryan didn't get home until almost 10:00 and had a flight to San Diego today, so we just talked on the phone for a while instead of hanging out. I had to laugh at his comment when he called me from the shuttle bus that takes them from terminal to parking. He said, "I'm on the bus...I loathe the bus..." Like Samantha Baker said in Sixteen Candles! HA! Anyway - I didn't get to see Ryan last night, so that was traumatizing. I kind of think that if he really wanted to see me, he would have said "come over - I'm just doing some laundry and going to bed soon..." but that's just me. So, who knows. ANYWAY -- Bill picked me up and we went to The 19 Bar, where his friends/co-workers Dan and Emily met us. Emily also brought her friend Eric, with whom she goes to the University of Minnesota (we Minnesotans call it the U). Of course, now I'm kind of seeing someone, so I'm just out to socialize with friends - not to look for guys. Well, a really cute college-aged guy at the next table kept looking at me. I was trying not to look at him, but whenever I glanced in that direction we made eye contact - so it wasn't a mistake. That kid was checking me out! Then, Eric starts to get drunk and it turns out that he is just coming out and doesn't know any gay guys (aside from his study abroad adventures in Barcelona). He's pretty cute too...and starting to "hint" at me. He kind of looks like an Italian New York boy -- almost seems like he should have a Brooklyn accent (which I tell him). He keeps saying, "I thought you were like 23! 27 is still young!" Thanks. I'm feeling particularly witty this night and enjoy giving him tips about joining gay land -- you know, which bars to stay away from...the types of guys to avoid (since I'm so good at dating)...what happened to me when I was first coming out 100 years ago (okay it was '98-'99)...blah, blah, blah. Meanwhile, cute guy at the other table is still looking at me and so is his cute friend (seriously - this never happens to me, so I hope my surprise at this, hence the blog, don't sound conceited). And Bill and Dan are getting annoyed b/c they think Eric is hot and he's not paying attention to them. Eventually, "you're hot" is offered by Eric and my leg is touched by his under the table. Uh oh. I turn to get my legs out of his way and suggest to Emily that I get a new pitcher of beer. She said, "yes, leave so Bill can talk to Eric..." Fine with me, but god... By last call, cute boys at other table gave up and left and neither Bill nor Dan has succeeded in seducing cute Eric. We leave (still throwing witty banter back & forth) and Eric asks what I'm doing next. Yikes. "Ummm...I gotta go home...I just started seeing that guy I told you about..." He was cutely disappointed. This totally *would* happen to me -- having several cute guys showing interest in one night since the first time in forever. But, I don't want to F things up w/ Ryan, so I was a good boy. I hope it pays off. I loathe the bus.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Not much progress on the New Boy Front

I only saw Ryan for a few minutes last night (Wednesday). He wanted me to come tan where he works PT (I kept wondering if he wanted me to come there to visit AND tan, or just tan b/c I'm grossly pale). I thought we'd do something after that too, but he had just learned that he had to be to the airport at 5:00 a.m. for the 6:00 flight to Detroit...So, we talked for a few minutes, I got a free tan in a $30 bed (used a coupon), talked a few more minutes and went home. Kind of disappointing in a selfish way (I'm a brat), but I guess I understand (whine, whine). He did call this morning to say that he didn't go to Detroit but was doing the LA flight instead, so he won't be back until 9:00 tonight. I'm finally inspired to use the cardio bike in the trashy "gym"/workout room in my building...I'm going to spray it with 409 first.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

PlanetDan won't let me comment...

Okay - does anyone else have problems commenting on Dan's blog?? Neither my work computer or my home computer let me...well, it takes FOREVER. So, I'll keep trying if I feel a strong need to comment on something, but am wondering if anybody else has that problem with his blog (or anyone else's)?? It's irritating.

Could This be Magic?

Wow. Wow.

Again, I hope I'm not jinxing anything by talking about it too soon, but that date was the shit. Well, the date itself wasn't the most exciting ever, but we could have gone to Bubba's Baithouse and I would have had a good time.

Ryan and I decided that he should come to the city and that even though it's cheesey, we were both kind of in the mood for Applebees food & atmosphere. So we went to the one on Lake Street by Lake Calhoun. He picked me up in his little red sports car, an Eclipse - which looked brand new in the interior. Puts my garbage can on wheels to shame...Anyway, I decided to just wear my Charlie Brown sweater (brown, with orange graph stripe) & jeans with my tan courdoroy (sp) jacket. I threw on the little brown stocking hat with tassel for good measure. He wore jeans and a button-down, so we were both casual. The mood at Applebees was fine -- I was nervous and didn't know what to say b/c I kept thinking, "He's too cute for me....Why is he looking at me?? Oh god, do I have food on my face?? What should we talk about?? He's too cute for me..."

Then I could tell that he still liked me b/c he was concerned that he was boring me b/c I was kind of quiet and he said, "you seem so mellow..." I never know what to say to a guy I like unless I have a few cocktails. I wasn't even thinking about cigarettes, but kind of wished he had ordered a drink to break the ice -- instead we just had water. I got done eating way before he did and then I didn't know if I should talk or let him eat - so I just looked out the window. Probably not a very smooth move, but I don't know what to do! We usually don't date in gay land! So, he finally got done eating (even dessert) and we sat & talked for about an hour over our nice water. That was fun. Then he suggested we go somewhere else since it's 10:30 by this point. We decide to go to a coffee place called Vera's in Uptown that's pretty gay friendly. He parked in the alley behind the building and I had my door open a crack when he asked if we could make out. I thought he was kidding so I said "Here? No!" And then he asked if we could just for a second and I realized he wasn't kidding. So, there we are again making out like to high school kids, except this time it's in his car...People were leaving around us and we realized that Vera's had probably closed. The first thing I saw was this little shop across from us -- someone turned on the lights in there and all that was on the glass door was the word "Mono." -- Great, that probably means I'll get mono from making out like a 15-yr-old too much. The back window was fogged up, so we thought we better go. We decided to go to my house to "watch a movie." We made it about halfway through an episode of Sex and the City (it was "Great Sexpectations") before the makeout session started again. He left at about 2:00 a.m. I immediately had my first cigarette since 7 p.m.

We're hanging out again tonight -- I think I'm going to meet him at his part-time job in Eagan. His regular job is a flight attendant for Northwest - but he's not the queenie kind. He's the hot kind. He said he tried to surprise me with a date that involved air travel last night, but he couldn't get us a flight home....Now that would have been one hell of a first date -- being whisked away to New York for a late dinner....

I better not F this one up...

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Out of drama comes a date

Again, probably jinxing myself for even saying anything already, but I have a hot date tonight!

Being the lushes that we are, Bill and I decided to go to Showtunes again this past Sunday at The Bolt. Oh, nothing exciting happened Saturday night. We did go out to the little neighborhood gay bar call The 19 Bar. It was like gay prom in there with the music people were playing on the jukebox - either that or someone was clearly depressed. Very depressed. Lots of Monster Ballads. Then Bill's coat got stolen. It contained his cell phone, car keys and house keys. Of course, I would have been in hysterics and demanding a full car search of every patron, but he calmly decided that someone took it by mistake and they'd answer his cell phone the next day. That didn't happen. It's gone. People are a bunch of malarchy. Oh, and some guy there turned 50 that night. He wanted to show us that he was still young & virile, so he proceeded to do some sort of gymnastics stretch type thing on the gross bar floor. It was disturbing. There was a cute guy there who I talked to for a while. He said he thought I was straight and just a friend who'll go to gay bars once in a while...? I don't know where that came from, but I found it amusing. Oh, and my dorm roommate from freshmen year also showed up that night. He also "turned out to be" gay -- I hadn't seen him in over a year. I think he does porn & stuff like that now. That's what a mutual friend told me -- that he flew out to DC to take naked pictures in some guy's garden, but who knows...

Anyway - so Sunday we decided to go to beer bust/Showtunes. A cute guy was there celebrating his 30th and we hit it off well. He started off the conversation by asking me if the scene playing was from Grease 2. It was clearly Michelle Pfeifer circa 1982, so I said I guessed it probably was. Oh, and the song was horrible, which is another good indicator. We talked about some other movies and that he moved here from Indiana -- he also used to live in Rochester (MN) for a while -- he went to Purdue -- yadda yadda. Then his cute boyfriend showed up at the table. The boyfriend made it quite clear that they were together - but wasn't snotty about it. Just my typical luck. Turns out the boyfriend was someone who does the type of work my company recruits for, so he went to get a napkin to write my e-mail address and never came back. Figures. Bill said at least I had two new friends.

The night progressed and friend Trevor showed up, then left. Soon a cute guy sat at the same table Purdue boy had been at. He was with three girls. Did I mention he was cute? Then, he motioned me over and I pretty much flipped over our table in an effort to get over there. He said that he and his friends thought I looked like Dave Matthews...I've heard this several times before and told him that. I said people also tell me I look like Vince Vaughn quite a bit. I don't think either Dave Matthews or Vince Vaughn are entirely good looking, but he said he thought both were good. By this time Trevor comes back and starts making a scene. He was pretty drunk and was supposed to have quit drinking. I guess that plan went by the wayside in favor of humiliating me when he saw me with Ryan -- someone Trevor wanted to date him when they first met last fall. He started to tell the cute new guy, Ryan, and his friends that I'm a player and we had just been in a three month relationship and I broke his heart. This was all news to me since we only hung out a few times and we barely ever talked. Ryan didn't really seem to care and we made out in the bathroom like two 14 year olds before he had to take his friends home. I said I'd like to try just exchanging phone numbers instead of the usual gay ritual of going home with each other the first night. He didn't mind, which made me happy. Trevor left and returned again to yell at me and proceeded to stalk me around the bar until it closed. I strive to have no drama, then when a cute guy finally shows some healthy interest, I look more dramatic than the other Kennedys....GREAT. Apparently it didn't phase Ryan too much b/c we talked on the phone for almost two hours last night and we're going to talk when I finish work tonight to decide what we want to do for a date. I'm excited, but nervous. And not expecting anything to come of it. Last night it was revealed that he is a gym rat - 6 times per week compared to my zero (well, I only go in Spring & Summer). Also, he doesn't like to date smokers and I told him that I wouldn't smoke around him and if we wanted to keep seeing each other, I'd try to quit....I guess I'm just going to expect that I won't look quite as appealing to him without cocktails and dim bar lighting. UNLESS our date consists of meeting at a bar (there's an idea). We'll see....

Saturday, February 19, 2005

It is Saturday, after all...

I've been lying on the couch all evening (I was in bed all morning and afternoon). I decided that an evening/night vegging on the couch sounded pretty good. Now it's 10:40 and I feel like I maybe want to go out. It's Saturday. I'm (still) 26. I'm single. I'm bored. Yes, I think I'll call Bill and see what he's doing after work. There's gotta be somewhere around here that will take a credit card...Last night, I met my brother and some of his friends at Elsie's Bowling Center and wound up spending $70 ($20 of which was on cabs). It was an okay time. At least I got to see his hot *lawyer* friend, Matt, whom I've had a crush on for ten years. Some new people were there and I kept getting introduced as "this is Judge's brother." (Yes, my brother's name is Judge -- long story). The funny thing is that HE used to get introduced as "this is Reid's brother." Oh well -- it was fun. His friend's love me. It seems one of them always says, "hey -- I know a gay guy. I should introduce you to him..." Then I say, "I don't really date queeny guys," and they give me a blank look like, "yeah, but he's gay." Gotta love the breeders...

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Busy week...

I guess it's pretty obvious that work is kicking my ass...even though I work from home. After sitting at *this* computer every day from 10-7, I can't wait to get away from it at "quitting time," so the blog has been ignored. But, yeah - work actually keeps me busy the whole time, so I don't really even have much downtime to blog....rats! Who knew a job actually required so much time working?!

Not much, but work, happened over the past week. I went out with fun college friend Amanda on Friday night. We met some other former Winonans (except they went to the private university in Winona and Amanda & I went to Winona State). We went to a bar called The Red Dragon in Uptown (I've been a few times before). It's basically a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, but it's a pretty popular bar because of the Wonderous Punch they serve -- and man, is it wonderous!! Most people get drunk off just one (comes in a large glass), so I had two. Nothing really exciting, but fun.

Saturday I did nothing. Then friend/neighbor, Scott, called and asked if I wanted to watch a movie and drink Captain Cokes with him. So we watched two movies - Dodgeball (funny but not the most funny thing ever) and Napoleon Dynamite. Then another friend came over - and I drank way too much Captain that fact, you might say that Captain Morgan raped me. I don't think I'll report it...I mean, you can't rape the willing.

Sunday the same friend who joined after movies, Bill, and I decided to go to Showtunes at The Bolt because it was friend Trevor's birthday. We finished the evening at The Brass Rail and watched some OLD drag queens perform. One does a pretty mean Patsy Cline. Oh, and then a "team" of them did "Beat Me Daddy, Eight to the Bar" by The Andrews Sisters. It was actually entertaining.

I rolled out of bed just in time to get to work (computer desk next to the bed) on Monday morning...I love working at home.

Friday, February 11, 2005

What happened to Jen? I could, actually, care less...

Sorry to the rest of you who probably couldn't care less, but I just went to Jen's blog and there's been nothing new since January 1??? Or is my computer turning in to the Windows version of Christine again?? Oh great - now my blog is jealous of a witty girl?? As if I don't have enough female fans (no complaints here, though)....

On a sidenote, quit saying "I COULD care less...." That means you actually COULD care less (sorry for the caps, Lynne). No, if you really don't care about something, the correct term is "I couldn't care less...." Like, "it's so low, I couldn't care less about that...."

So, Jen, that means I'm wondering what happened to your Blog...?

And that's all I have to say about it.

Need some guidance...

Alright you nurturing girls (and guys) out there....My friend Sam invited me to a Gay 8-Minute Dating event here in Minneapolis (he's hot and hosting it). Should I go?? I dunno...I'm really nervous around new people - especially if they're cute. What are my options?? How can I guarantee that I'm the one who just sits at the table and the guys come to me?? Lordy - what a predicament. Advice is requested, please....should I (if I go) wear my best or just look like I don't really give a shit?? I'm finding it hard to *not* be like cynical Miranda from my, clearly, favorite show, Sex and the City....HELP. Yay or Nay??

My Valentine....

So, Valentine's Day is quickly approaching. And, since I, as usual, do not have a Valentine, allow me to fantasize. Jake Ryan. Yep, you know him...the hot, sweet, mature, rich, preppy (did I say hot?) guy from our old favorite Sixteen Candles. Jake Ryan. I heart him. Alas, instead, I'm forced to refer to Valentines' Day as "Black Monday". Oh well --- someday he'll come around (I'm not even hoping for a Jake Ryan clone at this point, but one can always dream....) He actually reminds me of my high school crush...whom, by the way, is getting *married* in August and my brother is in the wedding....I just think, "Ummm....he was *my* best friend in 1991 --- when did you get so close???" Oh well -- I'll just do a jig if his cute fiancee invites me to the soiree.

Oh Jakey...We're the most popular couple in school...

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

This ain't my first time at the rodeo

NEW JOB.....Again.

First day was typical. I felt lost. I ate lunch alone. Then I put up a big sign that said, "People loved me in college." That will draw 'em in, I bet.

Today, the process of how I need to do things was finally explained to me and I got my very own cubicle. It's pale green. Beats gray, I guess. I still have to borrow the extra laptop they have there until they customize one for the type of computer stuff I do (internet recruiting). Oh, and I am only going to work from home once in a while, I decided.

So, after feeling like I had the hang of what they wanted me to do - actually felt pretty productive and studious. I'm sure that feeling will subside. (Always the optimist)

On another note.....I'm so glad that I spent so long at my first consulting firm as ajunior recruiter -- the one that believes you need about 5 years of junior recruiting experience before they'll promote to senior recruiter....the *new* company clearly does not feel that way at all. You see...there's a rather cute young guy who works there in recruiting too - except he's a full recruiter and I'm a junior recruiter (I have nearly 3 years of recruiting experience and 2 years in PR after college). Anyway, he's very young. I discovered that he just graduated from college last spring. And he's in a higher position than I. And he probably makes a bunch more money. He does seem like a nice guy (and he has some kickass pin-stripe pants that I still want), but talk about making me feel like a peon. If he graduated from college in four years, that means he was in high school when I started working in the field. And that means he's climbed the ladder faster than I have. Wow, I'm accomplished. Maybe if I didn't get fired every 10 minutes....(circumstances, circumstances....)

What is going on over there??

So last night I became a little paranoid that I may live next to a serial killer. (That bitch Kharma is going to get it from me now...) So, I go in my bedroom at about 11:30p and notice the sound of water kind of lightly splashing from the other side of the wall (remember, the walls in this dump are paper thin)...I don't think much of it, maybe they're washing dishes (even though we have dishwashers). So, I go to bed at about 1:15a and I still hear watery sounds. At first I think maybe the pipes froze and water is sloshing around inside the wall (I dunno - do I look like a plumber to you??) and I begin to imagine the wall caving in, causing cold water, roaches and rats plunging on my bed. Then, more splashy noises and I decide it is definitely someone in the next apartment doing something in water. I put my ear to the wall to see if I can hear more detail...the sound reminded me of someone rinsing out a pail while a fork was still inside it...then it sounded like someone was slicing something inside a metal sink full of water (metal on metal - but with water present)...but their kitchen cannot be on the opposite side of my bedroom b/c the apartments just aren't set up like that. So I just decide that I live next to the new Jeffrey Dahlmer with his big tubs of acid and go to sleep. This morning he was still tinkering away when I got up for work....THEN -- this evening, and I'm not kidding, there was a funny smell in the hallway (even more funny than usual). So, yeah...get ready for some weird story to come out of Minneapolis. Great, I'll be the next one on the evening news commenting, "He was a real quiet fella. Kept to himself, mostly..."

Movie Survey

Okay - I think two or three people tagged me on this....I'm just going to say whatever comes to mind b/c I should so be in bed. And I wouldn't be able to do the music one - can never think of songs or bands until I actually hear them.

Movie Questionaire
1. The last movie you went to see in a theater: Sideways. I don't see what all the hype is about. It was okay -- a few parts were funny. And wine is a main character, which I find completely annoying.

2. The last movie you watched at home: I just watched "Pleasantville" on TV tonight. Kind of reminded me that everything doesn't always have to be a certain way in order to be happy (gag).

3. What was the last movie you bought: I bought three from Columbia House. "Splendor in the Grass", "Postcards from the Edge" and "Terms of Endearment." I must have been in a particularly gay, depressed/dysfunctional mood that day...??

4. Got Netflix (or a similar service): Nope. Should, though.

5. List five movies you adore/mean a lot to you: I hate listing favorites. Okay: "Everybody's All American", "Vacation", "Coal Miner's Daughter", "Chicago", "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?"

6. Name your guilty pleasure movie (or genre): Movies about crazy old southern women (Steel Magnolias comes to mind...)

7. Name 3 people to whom you're going to pass these questions on, and why: Nobody b/c I'm too tired and lazy right now

Na, na, na, na, naaaaaah, na.....

I *do* act my age!! Well, almost....I'll be 27 next month (gag). [Thanks, BigDubb for the link]

You Are 25 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Monday, February 07, 2005

I was lost

Yeah - my system crashed on Thursday after I tried to do the McAfee virus removal thing and it must have deleted some important files b/c Windows wouldn't run after that, but the people at Dell got me running again. Wow, my internet is fast again. So I'll be back to blogging more regularly now!

Start my new job this morning (Monday), so that's taken care of too...

Anyway -- "I'm baaaaaaaack!"