More than a coincidink

First - let me thank those that responded to my now deleted post with what I thought was a very funny letter but which in reality - according to my readers was a painful, pathetic glimpse into my sorry, romantic history. This is a new chapter so I have decided to look forward...

On to the story - you know, one of the reasons that I think my writing career is going to take off (yes I am expressing positive optimism here - keep your seats) is because in my world - there is ALWAYS a story. This particular story goes in the "you can't make this shit up" category. OK so you already know that Mr. Yom Kippur is a bit of a freak - and if you know me at all - you know that this doesn't ever stop me from liking a guy :) OK so he mentioned on Friday that he was going to call me on Sat. to make plans for Sunday. He didn't call. No big deal. I had plans with a girlfriend and she was kind enough to make the drive from Brentwood all the way to the LF. We had visions of swing dancing with cute boys at the Derby, but when we got there - there was a group of high-school looking kids outside and they were charging a $15.00 cover to go hear some crappy bands...now that I am watching my pursestrings I have to just say no to bad music - especially if it costs $15.00. So we hightailed it out of there and started walking down Hillhurst...hmmmm for you Buffalo folks it is kind of like Elmwood, only cooler. We stopped in one place and had a drink and then I wanted to show my friend the awesome little Brazilian wine bar that pstz and I went to on our date. We got a table in the back and got some great wine reccomendations from the friendly owner. The two of us were sharing stories and having a good laugh when who should walk into the restaurant but Mr.YM and his date! They were walking right towards our table and sat down at the little two top that was immediately to our right. I, being the totally cool woman that I am got out of my seat, gave him the European two kiss and said "How funny to see you here." He mumbled something and then introduced me to his date and then I introduced them both to my friend - whom he had actually met before, but my brain was working double time on cool mode and it didn't register. The funny thing is that after I watched (and really liked) his movie - I pictured myself seeing him again and right away grabbing him and kissing him for real - since our first one really sucked. I thought I would put the passion right on the table since he seems to like to leave that option open with everyone he meets. I thought of all the things I wanted to tell him about his movie - questions about his directing choices - especially the sparse soundtrack. I wanted to give him all kinds of notes on the screenplay he emailed me and talk to him about the sex scenes, but the minute I saw him there - all dirty and scruffy and wearing the same ugly vest (I thought it looked cool on Wed.) all those fantasies just flew out of my head. I looked at his date and she was so gross - how could he go out with me AND her - it just didnt make sense. My friend and I were both super cool and just went right back to our convo. When we left I sad goodbye and kissed him on one cheek and patted his back - almost as if to say - nice work buddy - do you know the pat I am talking about??? Outside I lost it - couldn't believe that had just happened. The question was..would he call me today after that? I decided with my friend's agreement that if he didn't call today he was an asshole and that was it - I would never see him again. I woke up late this morning and wrote my first article for the webzine (don't worry it wasnt about ex boyfriends from hell) and went for my weekly hike. When I got back I noticed a text message from him that read "Hey, my friend(u met) came last night and is staying til tomorrow it seems. Kind of got mild guest syndrome so I'm not integrating tonight..YK" What the fuck is that - not integrating??? There is something missing from this picture - he said he couldn't do Sat. night - which meant he already had plans and that his friend was coming today. Anyway -it sounds fishy. He will not be getting a return text or an email and definitely not a phone call. Onward and upward. Happy Sunday. na-na