Boys and Girls. That is the subject of this blog.
With my improv show coming up, I have been trying to get things in order. My parents are coming to town on Friday to see the weekend of shows. I also might have a few boys of interest coming to see the shows as well. Let me tell you who those boys are.
Abortion Boy. He is the one who went on a date with me and then bailed out and then told me it was because I did not call him. He is a repeat audience member who loved our show.
MyPlace Boy. A couple of weeks ago, a coworker came downstairs to give me a number that some guy left for me at the counter. Told me that he was really shy but very attractive. It had his number and his myspace account. We have been sending messages back and forth but still have yet to meet. He seems to be very interested but is not 21. I don't really know what I want to do about that.
Football Player. So Halloween was quite an event. I was dressed as a 70s porn star. He was dressed as a trampy football player. We made out in the back room of a dance club (that I may not be so proud of). No one was around and we got pretty frisky. Anyway, we have been exchanging text messages since the occurance. He also seems to be very into what I have to offer.
Coffee Mug Boy. Finally got up the courage to say "Maybe we should hang out sometime when you are not drunk outside of Novak's" To that I replied that he should come see my show. He is super cute. Studies a lot at the coffee shop. Never has any money. Has the cutest little smile. Loved my gym coach costume. Has a lot going for him in general but just seems to not be right for me. That doesn't mean that I don't want to take him for a test ride or two.
The Thinker AKA Robbing the Bank Boy. Now this is a boy that I am interested in. Super cute. I know very little about him. He does show a lot of interest but I don't want to ask him out at the coffeeshop. I want to get him into a more natural habitat and then ask him to go for drinks or a movie or whatever he might be into. He makes awkward flirtatious conversation with me. I think he might study art. This is what I have picked up from spying on him.
That is an update on boys.
Now lets talk about other stuff. I dressed up several times for Halloween. I had to work outside in the kinda cold weather wearing short gym shorts, a track jacket and a whistle. I was your gym coach. It was kinda cold and I got beer all over my legs and feet. After a long day at work, I decided to hit up all the parties that I was invited to.
I went to a few in the Central West End to find that they were all closed. Decided before house parties, I should get liquored up first. Went to Novak's to hang out with extremely drunk people that I did not know. But this real asshole grabbed my ass. I blew my whistle in his face. Told him "Inappropriate Contact. Take a lap, Asshole."
Was supposed to go to Jenny's birthday party. Got a phone call that everyone was drunk, passed out, or people that I did not know. Instead, I was instructed to go to H-Bomb's apartment. Had a beer. Did some Irish Celidh dancing to Flogging Mollies. Passed out hardcore from exhaustion not from being drunk.
I am desperately missing best friend Rachel. I believe that she is back in the U.S. but still have not gotten in contact with her. I'm about to call her parents if I don't find her soon. I'm hoping she might read this and find some way of giving me an update.
The cruise is a month away. I am super excited to get my pale ass onto a boat and experience the ocean and foreign countries.
Improv Show number Two (It got better with age). Parents coming to town. Still don't know what I'm going to do with them for an entire weekend. I have the whole weekend off so I can't use work as an excuse. It will just be them, so there is no sending them on an excursion with brother for an afternoon. I am going to go crazy.
I really need to get my life in order. There is some major disarray that is very obvious by my room. If I started making decisions about things then I could actually move forward. Oh yeah, this is so brought on by reading a book about breaking up. Its Called A Breakup Cuz Its Broken (or something like that). And I'm not even getting over a breakup. I think reading self-help books could be a new thing for me. I'm really getting a lot out of this book. Turns out revenge on an ex is not the best thing for you. It is also amazing that I have had so many good breakups. I must just really be able to get over boys easily.
I have to give to get.