Big wheel keep on turning....

The only thing that happened with my love life today is that I emailed DT about biz stuff - tried to make a joke about the texting thing and he replied with "settle down na-na." Does he think he can get away with telling people to settle down? Oh no, what an asshole. There are so many other assholes in this town to spend my time on. The problem is usually when I reconcile with this fact - THAT is when he will call and be all sweet - he has a radar built in or something. Honestly I think he has tired of his little games with me and it is done -I know I am at least. Tomorrow I am supposed to be going out with Mr. Yom Kippur. I call him that because he was delivered to me by G-d on Yom Kippur. You see, I was in temple confessing my sins and thought to my self "self, you have been so wonderful, so generous and caring this year, there really is nothing to repent for. Why not mulit-task and use this time to ask G-d what you really want....a man - a real man - a good man - my besheret (soul mate for my shiksa friends.)"

Later that night I was hosting a break the fast (can I just mention how good my noodle kugel was? - Jess? - you would have been proud.)Anyway there is a knock on my door and when I opened it - there he was. GORGEOUS. I thought he might have the wrong address or something but it turns out he was a friend of a friend who I randomly mentioned to stop by if he didn't have other plans. The twenty other people squeezed into my little house seemed to disappear - it was just him and me and i kept trying to shake it off and be a good hostess, but he was following me around (a little bit I think) and kept trying to engage with me. At the end of the night he gave me his biz card - said he was leaving the next day for a month and that we should keep in touch. After a few short email exchanges here and there he emailed me and said he was back. So tomorrow night we are supposed to see each other again and in the meantime I have had all this crazy shit happen with these different men that has certainly put me in a different position than the starry-eyed dreamer that was serving up milchiks just over a month ago.

My prediction is that he is going to blow it off (like he did last week - yes this is a resched.) or cancel. Part of me is scared that 1) he only wants to hang because of my job or the dreaded 2) he'll have remembered me differently and not be attracted when he sees me again. I know - I'm beautiful right - so if he doesn't see that from the inside out he is a schmuck and I should be worried if I like him not if he likes me because to be honest there is a bit of the old S. in him - a bit too out there - like going off for a 10 day meditation retreat where you don't speak a word. I'll be sure to let you know.

For those of you that are actually enjoying reading about my pathetic life....I will be writing for a brand new webzine that is coming out in January some time. When that happens I promise to put the link in the blog. In the meantime - feel free to forward this link to your female friends and make some comments....AND if you have any suggestions for topics for my column let me know - I signed on to do a three times a week thing and I want to keep it fresh and interesting.

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