I’m sure that there are a number of people who find rainy days depressing. I enjoy them most of the time. I don’t like dark, cold, rainy, winter days but I look forward to days like this.
It’s been grey and rainy all morning. A perfect start to a mysterious, misty day. A good day for reading, watching movies or just being quiet and listening to the water hit the leaves on the trees. My house is perfect for these activities because I have lots of windows and they are always open
I’m just going to sit in perfect grey light. It’s the kind of light that reminds me of that state of being between wakefulness and sleep. That twilight of consciousness that makes you think that anything can happen and real magic is possible.
Maybe something magical will happen today...
20 August 2006
14 August 2006
Uncomfortable Situation
Last Friday I went out on a date with this man I met at the MDFF. We had been out after the show once and this time it was what I would constitute a “real” date. (I wore a skirt and everything)
I had fun and he’s a very nice guy. And I don’t mean that in any other way than n-i-c-e. When you are in your 40s and dating, “nice” is something you look for in a man. Anyway, he’s very nice, solicitous and probably a little nervous. This is something I take into consideration when deciding whether or not to go out with someone again.
My decision was to not go out with him again for various reasons, but the primary reason is that I’m simply not attracted to him romantically and I don’t see the point in prolonging the agony. (A couple of my friends made the comment that he “really likes” me.)
I’m determined to behave like a grownup and let him know instead of acting like a teenager. The question is: do I tell him over the phone? Do I meet him for coffee and then tell him? How does one do this, since I’ve never done this before? I tried asking E’s advice, but he was no help, telling me that the way most “girls” do it is to avoid they guy until he gives up. That’s not my style…anymore.
Needless to say, the gods are working to make me face my fears without delay. As I walked out of work today he just happened to be passing by—I know, it seems a little stalker-y, but it makes sense since I was the one to show him where there were parking spaces downtown that were usually open around 6 and they happen to be near my building—He asked me if I wanted to join him. I said no.
Then he asked me if I wanted to go out with him again.
Me: Oh, poop. This is not how I wanted to tell him this and for goodness sake, we’re standing in an alley. “Uh, no.”
Him: “Do you mind me asking why?”
Me: Yikes! “To tell you the truth, I’m just not attracted to you romantically. Babble, babble babble…Nice guy, babble babble.” Argh!
Him: “Well, I’ll leave it up to you, then if you want to hang out, just call me.”
See? Nice.
Me: “Uh, okay. I’ll see you around”
At which time, I practically ran to my car.
I had fun and he’s a very nice guy. And I don’t mean that in any other way than n-i-c-e. When you are in your 40s and dating, “nice” is something you look for in a man. Anyway, he’s very nice, solicitous and probably a little nervous. This is something I take into consideration when deciding whether or not to go out with someone again.
My decision was to not go out with him again for various reasons, but the primary reason is that I’m simply not attracted to him romantically and I don’t see the point in prolonging the agony. (A couple of my friends made the comment that he “really likes” me.)
I’m determined to behave like a grownup and let him know instead of acting like a teenager. The question is: do I tell him over the phone? Do I meet him for coffee and then tell him? How does one do this, since I’ve never done this before? I tried asking E’s advice, but he was no help, telling me that the way most “girls” do it is to avoid they guy until he gives up. That’s not my style…anymore.
Needless to say, the gods are working to make me face my fears without delay. As I walked out of work today he just happened to be passing by—I know, it seems a little stalker-y, but it makes sense since I was the one to show him where there were parking spaces downtown that were usually open around 6 and they happen to be near my building—He asked me if I wanted to join him. I said no.
Then he asked me if I wanted to go out with him again.
Me: Oh, poop. This is not how I wanted to tell him this and for goodness sake, we’re standing in an alley. “Uh, no.”
Him: “Do you mind me asking why?”
Me: Yikes! “To tell you the truth, I’m just not attracted to you romantically. Babble, babble babble…Nice guy, babble babble.” Argh!
Him: “Well, I’ll leave it up to you, then if you want to hang out, just call me.”
See? Nice.
Me: “Uh, okay. I’ll see you around”
At which time, I practically ran to my car.
13 August 2006
10 August 2006
In then News
I heard about the thwarted terrorist attack this morning while I was still half asleep. I woke up enough to hear that nothing went "BOOM" and there was no one hurt and that it's going to be absolutely no fun to travel in England or the US today.
My thought? YEAH! Those Brits are on the ball and we everything's okay for now.
What was on the 10 o'clock news? How many people COULD have died. How awful it COULD have been.
Sometimes I feel that the media is its own kind of terrorist machine. When a child falls down and isn't hurt, sometimes the adults panic and ask the child if it's okay and try desperately to reassure the child that it's fine. (I think it's to assuage parental guilt. I'm not a parent, though, so I don't know). But the child sees that everyone is upset and gets scared starts crying--sometimes screaming--because he feels he ought to and all these big people are scared, too...but the kid doesn't know why.
All I know is that I'm glad I don't have to worry about planes falling out of the sky today and I'm thankful that there are people who know what to look out for. I will not spend my time worrying about what MIGHT have happened or what COULD have happened.
Oh and I met Harry Anderson today. He's thinking of moving to Asheville. Then we'll have two celebrities in town. Him and Andie MacDowell.
My thought? YEAH! Those Brits are on the ball and we everything's okay for now.
What was on the 10 o'clock news? How many people COULD have died. How awful it COULD have been.
Sometimes I feel that the media is its own kind of terrorist machine. When a child falls down and isn't hurt, sometimes the adults panic and ask the child if it's okay and try desperately to reassure the child that it's fine. (I think it's to assuage parental guilt. I'm not a parent, though, so I don't know). But the child sees that everyone is upset and gets scared starts crying--sometimes screaming--because he feels he ought to and all these big people are scared, too...but the kid doesn't know why.
All I know is that I'm glad I don't have to worry about planes falling out of the sky today and I'm thankful that there are people who know what to look out for. I will not spend my time worrying about what MIGHT have happened or what COULD have happened.
Oh and I met Harry Anderson today. He's thinking of moving to Asheville. Then we'll have two celebrities in town. Him and Andie MacDowell.
06 August 2006
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