I've been meaning to write this post since last Thursday, but the end of the week just got too busy for me and I didn't get around to it.
Wednesday night, I actually met Montana Guy for coffee.
It was pretty much exactly what I thought it was going to be: he was very sweet, I wasn't attracted to him, we had a really nice conversation. I would absolutely hang out with him again, but it's not going to go in a romantic direction. Plus, strangely enough, I'm pretty sure that I've met him before. The more that I looked at him, the more familiar he became. I know of at least one function/event thing that we both attended (way the heck back in 2002) and it's quite possible that we met there.
The bottom line is that it was a lot of build up for no good reason. Had I been actually excited about the date, this would be a different story. But, alas - no sparks, no fireworks, no making googly-eyes at each other across the table.
Over the weekend, I dropped by the wine bar where The Sister works for a drink. I was sitting there, chatting with the bartender when I see 3 pretty cute boys walk up behind me. I decide to eavesdrop for a few minutes, because I am a world-class eavesdropper. I hear the particularly cute guy talking about being from Colorado and I think, Hey! Maybe we've got a winner here, maybe I should hit on him, until I hear him mention the next thing - and is anybody really surprised at this point when I say...
Actor. He was an actor.
Why? Because they're all actors. Because nobody in Los Angeles seems to be of the normal, non-actor-y persuasion. It gets more and more exhausting, every time I think about it.
This week, I'm sending out my resume...
Lyrics of the Day
"Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth and I don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet I was when we met, I was happier then with no mindset." The Shins New Slang
6 months ago