So, the blogging thing is pretty cool, if only for moments like this. I got a Christmas postcard all the way from Canberra, Australia. Thanks Aussie Em, that was mighty nice of you, especially considering I haven’t yet sent my Christmas cards out. Err. From last year either.
Tonight I had another date. His nickname is so easy, Fencer 4, because he is a Fencer. Well, not by profession, but for fun. By profession he’s a supersleuth IT guy, who I had an interesting conversation with about all sorts of things in which I had to effectively hide how and why I knew so much about computers, IP addresses and other fancy stuff.
Anyway, I wish I could say that there was some sort of chemistry with him because we had a good conversation and he seemed like a great guy, but I don’t see that. But this of course, doesn’t mean that one of my friends wouldn’t want to date him. So I’ve effectively moved him to a new category on the list – dated, and would hang out as friends. Now, I have to figure out who I could set him up with.
When I was walking home, someone asked me for directions. He happened to be looking for an address near where I lived, so we walked and talked. He’s gay so don’t start thinking I picked someone up on the way home from a date, but we had a really interesting conversation.
Him: I always get lost in this city. I’m here once a month and I haven’t figured it out.
Velvet: Where are you from?
Him: New York.
Velvet: Aww. Home. I miss it.
Him: I don’t know how you live here actually.
Velvet: Yeah, I don’t know that myself. My mom just asked me if D.C. was a fun city and before I could think, the word NO came out of my mouth.
Him: Everyone looks the same here.
Velvet: I KNOW! You are so right. And a lot of them are assholes. I used to meet the nicest people and date the hottest guys when I lived up there. Now it’s a sea of ugly.
Him: You should come back.
Velvet: I think about it all the time. It’s just so damn expensive.
Finally, if you give someone all the rope they want and they hang themselves with it, is it more or less fun to watch, knowing that it is coming? Or would you rather kick the stool out from under them? Just a thought.