The giving of the number

All right, folks, just gonna put it out there: I'm single, and yes, very ready to mingle. I've gone out with guys casually on a couple of dates, I've somewhat seriously seen someone for a number of months, and I've had a long-term relationship in this city. Despite this, I still get nervous and sweaty around cute guys.

Like tonight, while out with my friend and coworker, Liz, we spot an extremely good-looking guy playing bass at the bar we're at. He's cute, we make eye contact, and Liz and I giggle and talk a bit about him. "You should give him your number old school, on this napkin," she says.

Uh, okay. I mean, what's the worst that's going to happen? He won't call, and that's it. So I'll do it, I say, but first I need to know where I'm putting the napkin as I walk out of the restaurant. He's blocked on his left by the keyboardist. He's blocked on the right by the drummer. Where to put it? I notice a ledge behind the keyboardist that I plan to set it on as I walk out, attempting to make eye contact with the bass guy.

We stand up, put on our coats, and I tell Liz to lead the way out. But as we walk past the playing area I don't make sexy eye contact with the bass player. Instead my head stays down, looking at the ground, as I whisper ferociously at Liz, "Abort mission, repeat, ABORT mission."

We walk out and laugh. I mean, could that have been any more awkward? Methinks not. We're on our way to a show and for the next 4 blocks, all we talk about is, "Damn, if only that had worked."

Liz stops. Liz turns. And Liz proceeds to walk back to the bar. Why? "Because, we're talking about him and that could be your future husband." Okay, she's being dramatic, but she's right. I just need to suck it up. So we walk back to the bar, and lucky me, the musicians are on a break and grabbing drinks from the bar.

I see the dude. I approach the dude. I speak

Me: (to other band members) 'Scuse me. You guys are doing great by the way! (to dude) Hey, I just wanted to give you my number.

Dude: Thank you.

Me: I'm Theresa, by the way.

Dude: I'm Joe.

Me: (shaking hands) Nice to meet you.

(uncomfortable turn to go)

Thanks.

(end scene)

Wow, I'm a total doofus. But, I did it!! I gave the dude my number!!! Maybe he'll call, maybe he won't, but I don't care either way. I've opened up the opportunity, and if he wants to make something of it he can. Otherwise, I'm just going to enjoy my new-found balls.

lie to me

just watched the premiere of this show...i liked it, i thought that the acting was pretty good, albeit a little cliche. but overall, i like the smartness of the show and the show's writer. i'll definitely be watching the next few episodes at least, and i'll let you know how i feel about it then. i have a lot of unanswered questions, which is good, but i just hope that once they get answered, there's something more for me.

here's a review from the times.

rachel corrie

found this interview and it's the first time i've actually seen her talk.

new year!!

happy new year, peeps!

and guess who's going to see hedda gabler this friday? hee hee.

i'm pretty sure this is a 'murder she wrote' episode, too...

"An actor narrowly escaped death after slashing his throat on stage with a real knife, instead of a blunt stage-prop blade.
...
The audience is said to have applauded what they thought was a stunning special effect, and only realised something was wrong when the actor staggered off stage to receive treatment."

Full article here.

scary!!