The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Saturday, June 30, 2007

I was wanting to see a certain woman from my past tonight. I ended up seeing Steve Carrell instead.

Over the past few weeks, I started talking to HM with regularity again. We fell out of touch due many factors, one being a bad night back in March when I met up with her and some of her friends at a club. Not to bore you with details, but a drunken rant written that night became the only (up to this point, anyway) private post on my myspace blog.

Yesterday, I called her up, asking how she was recovering from a night out with a co-worker of mine. HM was fine. Her friend, not so much. She told me she was going to be packing for a move today.

"If you're not too busy with packing tomorrow, do you wanna catch a movie?" I asked.

"Sure, I need to see if I can find a sitter," she replied.

Eager with the knowledge that my first date in months would be happening, I picked up around my place throughout the day. (And I still have cleaning to do, I'm quite slow when it comes to chores.) I called her at 3:30 to see if she was able to go, and left a voicemail.

Three hours later, I called again. Again, I left a message.

About 7:45, a friend dropped me a text message out of nowhere. After a bit of convincing, I ended up meeting up with her to see "Evan Almighty." (Honestly, it's not that bad. Not great, but not bad either.) For the record, HM never called me back.

"If she doesn't want this," I told my friend in the minutes before the film, "that's her loss."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to bed. I go in tomorrow at 7 a.m. I know, I know, but I need to get up some cash to afford Vegas somehow...

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Monday, June 25, 2007

If anyone out there is free, could I interest someone in accompanying me to Las Vegas in a couple of months? A friend invited me out for a wedding (her own), and I could use some extra company/gambling partners. Drop me a line if you're at all interested...

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Something ELSE stolen borrowed from another blog, this time from my L.A. acquaintance, Sandra.

Know anyone in LA seeking a place to live? Read on...
Seeking female Christian roommate who desires to live in community in a beautiful 1920’s Spanish duplex. You are a “team player” who seeks to grow in Christ with three other females who seek to do the same. We are not simply seeking someone to split the rent, but someone to share their faith, struggles, joy… life! If this sounds challenging or appealing to you, you’re a candidate. The house is approx 1700 square feet, spacious, with hardwood floors. 3BD/2BA. Street, driveway, or garage parking available. We are walking distance from the Beverly Center, Beverly Hills, 3rd Street boutiques, and the Grove. 2 miles from the 10 FWY. Basically, the hub of LA. Rent will be somewhere between $750-$850 (negotiable). Also, please have an income of at least $37,500 (gross salary), a credit score of at least 740, and no major credit card debt.

Interested? Drop a comment, and I'll give you the contact info.

Some blog math for you...
5(sex) + (ass) =
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Mingle2 - Online Dating

Christ, I'm only as offensive as PG? Damnit, I'm gonna have to fuckin' try harder...

Friday, June 15, 2007

Is it a bad thing that I've spent the last hour or so e-mailing a stranger from craigslist trying to convince her to meet up for a drink? Should I just go straight to sleep now?

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Monday, June 11, 2007


- My latest attempt (and reason) at weight-loss.
- My review of Game 2.
- My refreshed memories of interacting with women.
- My latest injury.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

I'm a bit nervous about the Finals coming up.

Nervous since Lebron may be the most powerful star the Spurs have ever seen in the Finals.

Nervous since the entire nation seems to be rooting against the Spurs.

And especially nervous, since I'm going to be there.

Thanks to an offer through my work, I'm the proud owner of two tickets to "Round 4 Game B" on Sunday night. (Game 2 of the NBA Finals, in layman's terms.) The seats kind of stink, but it's still the Finals, no?

My only problem now? Who to take with me. I hate to pit my friends against each other a la Survivor, but I'm having a hard time figuring out who should be my +1. Any suggestions?

(EDIT: Problem solved. I've made a friend of mine very happy. And this friend's sister not happy.)