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October 25, 2006
The 15 Minute Update
Things have been so busy with the Big Idea that I haven't really had the time to update Write Again Soon. Ok, that's not really true--I *did* watch 2.5 episodes of Lost: Season 2 on my brand new, fabulous video iPod last night. But I was in bed, half conscious, I swear, and dear reader, you wouldn't have seen anything witty flowing from my fingertips into the keyboard, I promise.
Tonight is no different, and I have precisely 12 minutes left to write about the past week before dashing off to my softball game. At 9 p.m. In the freezing cold. To play an undefeated team. Oh joy, rapture.
So let's get started, shall we?
On Monday night I had the talk with Mr. Music. You know, the one where I break his gentle heart by explaining that we're not exclusive,
[and here is where my mother walked in and I had to stop typing, lest my evil ways jump off the page and give her a stroke...so now it's 10:52 p.m. and I'm giving myself the remaining 11 minutes to type the rest of this missive]
that I am not even *close* to wanting to be exclusive, and that no, indeed, it doesn't matter that he thought we were "somewhere farther along", I'm just not there. He was baffled, with lots of deep breathing and starting into space, starting to ask questions and then not getting past the third word. It was painful. After a much longer conservation than I anticipated, I finally convinced him that yes I wanted to keep seeing him and yes I still wanted to go away next weekend and yes I would always be honest about where things were going. But no I did not want to know if he dates other girls because no, it is not any of my business what he does on the nights when we're not together, and no sex is not love and never will be for me. Painful-l-l, I tell you.
Sigh. Moving on.
And now, since I'm rapidly running out of time, let me briefly summarize the events to date:
1. Ms. Secret Blog is now engaged and I couldn't be happier for her. The Boy apparently got down on one knee at the top of the Washington Monument and proposed, to which she replied: Holy shit, are you kidding me? And then said yes, of course.
2. After the whole fiasco with Mr. Bethesda (remember him, the one who decided to go back to his girlfriend?), he's back in the picture and we're planning on a proper date as soon as he stops hacking up mucus and running a fever. I don't need any of that, regardless of how promising his skillz are. No indeed.
3. I have developed a secret crush on a guy I know slightly. Now, when I'm actually around him I feel no pull, but he has cultivated a witty, wry, self-deprecating, well-read persona via his blog and I can't stop wanting to have his babies. Which I would promptly hand over to social services because, please, I can barely get myself out of bed these mornings let alone raise a baby born from blog-lust.
4. On Tuesday I met up with Mr. XXXX, a guy I knew from church WAY back in the day when I was a happy-go-lucky-praise-Jesus sort of girl. He was one of the only guys in my grade in the youth group, and probably didn't receive his fair share of female pubescent adoration. At the time, his sullen brooding just didn't do it for us. But now--he's lucky to be married, let me tell you. The girls would be all over him. He actually google-stalked me, and we met for coffee, where I was delighted to see that he turned out to be a funny, well-adjusted, successful sort of guy (as I'm sure there are many, many people who would also be surprised to see that I'm not an unwed mother of 6 living in rural Pennsylvania). He keeps in contact with all the old group, and I'm going to try and convince him to schedule a mini-reunion for the next couple of weeks.
[Mr. XXXX, since I know you're reading this--and an official welcome from Write Again Soon--what would you like your moniker to be? I am strongly pulled towards Mr. Paramilitary High School (Mr. PHS). What do you think?]
There is much, MUCH more to tell, but I've run out of time, so here is the really brief highlight reel. I was like Derek Jeter at my softball game tonight, if by Derek Jeter you mean girl catcher who left her car lights on and had to have the game stopped while she ran like mad to turn them off, and then played the best game of her life. Janie drew a picture of me and Mr. Music with our two children, all holding hands, and then wanted to present it to me when he was over last weekend (hmm, am I sending mixed signals?). I'm ghostwriting a series of articles on celebrity scandals that will be published under a (relatively) famous author's name, thus justifying my unholy obsession with People.com. And I won't have a second to myself until midnight on October 31st, when I turn in my final PowerPoint presentation for the Big Idea workshop in China. Until then, Write Again Soon may be even more inconsistend with update than normal so may I recommend the following blog archives for your viewing pleasure?
Defective Yeti - make sure you read the Bad Review Revue
El Guapo - just about everything El Guapo writes is amusing, read it ALL
And please please PLEASE read this entry by Mr. Fliven, which had me shrieking with laughter for a solid 15 minutes. It was the middle of the night and my parents were not pleased, but it was totally worth it.
