Can't Get This On My Amazon Wishlist 2004

Wanted: outgoing geek (computer/music/book/...) guy who sighs and sings along with Johnny Boyd.

(And that little inner voice says "Really, my dear, are you sure it's wise to listen to sweet romantic songs when you're a bit more single than you'd strictly prefer to be?" *sigh*)

Week of change & activity 2004

It's been an odd seven days. Around this time last week, Chris & I called it quits as a couple. Unpredictably, the introvert is the one who acknowledge the growing "not-working-ness" and made the move to get what he needs & deserves. Which is what I need & deserve too, so it's fine. Sad, but real and right and good for us both.

So now I'm single. Which is a concept I haven't quite adjusted to yet, but I'm starting to warm to the notion. I like the freedom from expectation and obligation. I'm taking good care of myself emotionally. I'm doing all right with the sleeping alone. It's the lack of kissing that's getting to me most, I think. Got rather in the habit of that, you see.

My room is nice - there's been some rearranging of furniture to give us each our own spaces as we're still sharing our two-bedroom apartment. I like having my own little territory.

One thing that's helped is that my commute got faster. I started taking the transbay bus (the "Z") and it reliably takes as long in the morning as a fast day making all my connections by the old Muni-BART-EmeryGoRound Shuttle method. In the evening, it saves me 20-30 minutes, which is most welcome. And it costs 50 cents more each way. Worth it, I say. Plus I have an internet connection as I go over the bridge so I can read the news or blogs or what have you.

Sunday night was a surprise party for Kristin which was good fun. I got to see some people I haven't for a while. Once again Jane was the hostess with the mostest.

And here it is Monday again. Couldn't handle one more minute more than 8 hours of work today, so I bolted early and caught the 5:30 bus. Wonderful to be home by 6:15. Now it's almost 8, so I think it's time for a cocktail, a bath and the fourth Harry Potter book. (Yes, Kevin, that same book I started when we were dating long and long ago. For some reason I never did get around to it. Now I'm getting all antsy for the film of Prisoner of Azkaban and, since I don't want to re-read it until after I see the movie, I'm scratching the Hogwarts itch with the next book).

Mid-Afternoon Mind Drift 2002

After the post-lunch slump, after the recovery from the slump, after getting a few things done, a pause comes between tasks and my mind kind of wanders off, rattling sticks against picket fences, kicking pebbles, humming random tunes. And the tunes it's humming today are

"You do something to me...

I wanna be kissed by you
just you
and nobody else but you...

i can sense it
something important
is about to happen...

every ounce of you
and your love
ah, is all i need..."

Hmm? Huh? Oh! Uh, nothin', nothin', just thinkin' about a boy.

We like 'em short & geeky 2002

Chattin' with my pal Mena:

D: Is there some correlation between Perl and fabulous boys? I'm thinking so.
M: I think perl is more the artist geek's language -- you don't get the real dysfuncs programmers with perl.

Mmm, I'm tellin' ya, them Perl boys is some kinda sweet!

The Happiest Coincidence 2002

So it turns out that all the time this week when I was gazing off into space and thinking about that sweet person I just met who was so wonderful to talk with and has such pretty eyes, when I was thinking about how much I'd like to kiss that lovely mouth, when I was finding each new discovery revealed more of the kind of person I want to be with, he was doing the same thing.

Yes, we're now almost intolerably blissful.

Bedtime 2002

A productive day. I did laundry at the laundromat (towels just don't come out nice unless they get fluffed up in the dryer) and vacuumed and verified the contents of Edmond's next resupply box.

So, I ought to feel all smug and content, but I have captured a worried mood from somewhere. I guess just too much time on chores and not enough relaxation. Tomorrow I'll take the box to the post office and go grocery shopping. Fresh vegetables will inspire me to cook and that will make me feel much happier.

In truth, some of my tension is coming from the fact that I've been feeling cuddly all weekend with no one to take it out on. Ah well, that's what I get for being so dang picky. At least I can console myself about the lack of a lovely fellow waiting in bed to spoon me and keep me warm all night with the pleasure of clean sheets in a clean apartment.

Yeah, not exactly an even trade, is it? Well, throw in the fact that the apartment has just what I want in it and nothing I don't and everything is where I like it and I can listen to whatever music I'm in the mood for and play computer games all evening when I feel like it. There are some definite payoffs to solitude, I'm not denying that.

A friend told me that my boyfriend is "a hottie". 1999

He's right. Documentary evidence: Edmond (left) with his pal Jeff at the Burning Man Decompression Party.

Edmond: rogue? 1999

Dinah explains it all for you:
I've been distracted by that Meinfelder chap. He's a bad influence: got me eatin' a lowfat diet, takin' vitamins, gettin' up early and, ok, it's not all healthy, watchin' Deep Space Nine.

Soap Opera Update: Edmond didn't steal Steve's girl. I hadn't actually gone out with Steve when things got serious with Edmond. Not only that, but Steve & I have still never met in person. We were gonna go out, but we didn't. Now, as everybody agrees, "If it's ok with you, it's ok with me." We're all ok here, how are you?

So, in summation, Edmond may be a troublemaker and a bad influence, but he's not a skanky girl-thieving rogue*. All clear now?

*Sorry, Edmond. I know you were enjoying the notoriety, but I do prefer historical accuracy.

PRD-1A 1999

Got something you need to get off your chest? One little fact about you which you think might change our relationship? Use the handy-dandy Personal Revelation Disclosure Form - 1A!
(no, it doesn't actually submit to anywhere)

A First Date 1999

Did I have a good evening?
Let's just say when I got home I had to put on Vince Guaraldi's "Linus & Lucy" to reflect my inner mood.