Spoke to CL Guy on Monday–date number five (for those of you following along at home), is this Saturday. I’m going to suggest doing something, like Groundlings or UCB, rather than just dinner. And I’m really hoping to get flowers, but that might be wishful thinking.
And in other dating related news, I emailed three guys on Jdate this week–all of them have read my emails and none have responded. Not even a thanks, but I don’t think we’re a good match email. Whatever.
Because I have mono.
Yep. You know how I’ve been complaining for the past couple months of fatigue, sore throats, swollen glands, and white dots on my tonsils? Due to mono!
I went to the doctor last week because of my horribly sore throat and he decided to do some blood work. Well, apparently I picked up the kissing disease without kissing anyone. That’s right, I got it way before I met CL Guy. Which means it’s pretty much gone by now.
My doctor said I should feel completely normal again in a couple of weeks, and that right now I am only “slightly” contagious, whatever that means. When I asked him if there was anything I shouldn’t do, he said if I was feeling okay, I can do everything except play contact sports or ride roller coasters. Having mono enlarges your spleen, and those things can cause it to rupture. Good thing I have a major fear of roller coasters and don’t play football.
Received a compliment on my straight hair. Had a quick drink, went to an improv show, then had a late dinner. Went back to my apartment and chatted some more. Learned, among other things, that he isn’t sure if he ever wants kids; maybe in five years. Went to sleep. Woke up around 9:30. Laughed really hard as we made up a new word that we both found incredibly amusing. Gave him a toothbrush. Went to breakfast, sans makeup and a hair brushing, at the one place in the area without an hour long wait. Came back to my place and saw the blimp airship I helped paint outside my window and on the television at the same time–a very LA thing. Played around on the Internet, learned about CL Guy’s real estate investment strategies, introduced him to fun websites, and asked him to help me fix some stuff in my apartment. Watched a red carpet preview show, then he left to go home.
I don’t know if I should go out with him again. I like him. I have a lot of fun when I’m with him, but the whole not being sure about wanting kids thing bothers me; I know I want to be a mom one day. And I don’t want to get more attached to someone who doesn’t see that in their future.
Maria over at Franklin Avenue tagged with a meme. You may notice it’s quite similar to the other Four Things meme going around, but this new one is a little different–it’s about LA and food. Here we go:
Four Jobs I’ve Had In My Life in LA:
Intern at an advertising agency (somewhere near what is now the Sunset and Vine shopping complex)
Intern at a PR firm (Century City)
Staff writer for a sales training company (Culver City)
Writer at my current job (Century City)
Four Movies About LA I Could Watch Over And Over:
Swingers
Clueless
Pulp Fiction
The Graduate (it was LA, right?)
Four Places I’ve Lived All Over L.A. (With Food Memories From Each):
Northridge (during college) — Ameci’s chicken parmesan sandwiches
West Hollywood — a little thai place on Santa Monica Blvd. near Crescent Heights that The Ex and I used to walk to
Hollywood - late dinners/early breakfasts at Swingers
(I’ve only lived in three different areas in LA)
Four LA-Themed Shows I Love(d) To Watch:
Entourage
Curb Your Enthusiasm
Arrested Development (well, sorta LA)
Beverly Hills, 90210
Four Places I Would Vacation At In LA:
Anywhere that is not my apartment
Four LA-Based Websites I Visit Daily:
Franklin Avenue
LAist
losanjealous
Defamer
Four Of My Favorite Foods Found In LA:
Mac & cheese with broccoli from Luna Park
Wings from Hot Wings Cafe on Melrose
Ice cream sandwich from Diddy Riese
Gnocchi from Pomodoro on Westwood
Four Places In LA I Would Rather Be Right Now:
I’m at work right now, so anywhere.
Tagged:
annabel lee at In a kingdom by the sea
Nanette at Say It, Don’t Spray It
Ryan at losanjealous (do you do memes Ryan?)
Meg at Sickcandy
Some really messed up things I can’t believe I’m admitting to strangers that I did/thought about yesterday, after my morning began with the heel of my super cute shoe totally splitting in two:
I sound like quite the bitch, don’t I?
Haven’t heard from CL Guy since our last date. He had mentioned the movie he’s working on is wrapping this week and he’d be super busy so he wasn’t sure if we could get together over the weekend. But apparently not too busy to find time to put up this week’s ad on CL. I guess some things just aren’t meant to be.
Speaking of things that aren’t meant to be, yesterday just before lunch, I got a call from the Orange County attorney I used to date who was in town last month for a court appearance and wanted to get a drink. He had a meeting with a client in my office building and wanted to take me for a quick lunch beforehand. It was nice catching up with him.
Once a month, three of my married girlfriends ditch their husbands to spend a few hours over dinner dishing on girl stuff with me. More often than not, the subject of my dating life comes up, and last night was no exception. I filled them all in on my five dates with CL Guy, his deficiency in fetching water, and also the lack of a return phone call (still!). [ed. note: Apparently, The Bus doesn't discriminate based on age. And with age, does not necessarily come maturity. Yes, I am well aware that blaming The Bus may be premature. Call it instinct.]
Knowing two of my friends are attorneys, I figure at least one of them knows a nice Jewish boy to set me up with. And, I was right! She tells me he’s super sweet, a good guy, but she’s not sure if he’s single. I ask for more details. Turns out he’s a defense attorney and his name is Xxxxx. (Xxxxx being a very typical name for a Jewish guy.) Funny, I say, I’ve dated three guys named Xxxxx, one of whom is an attorney. I ask his last name and am told another very typical Jewish last name, which happens to be the same as the attorney I dated. Hmm. More details please. Well, she says, the only negative is that he lives in Orange County.
Yes, you guessed it. I was potentially set up with the Orange County attorney I dated years ago and had lunch with on Wednesday. My friend is convinced it means something and that I should date him again. I’m convinced it just means there’s a lack of Jewish men who don’t live with their parents.
And, to make my week even weirder, I randomly bumped into Separated Guy in an elevator in the Valley the other day.
Finally, it appears I am not alone in my confusion of late.
Friday late afternoon I got a phone call from CL Guy. We chatted a bit, he said he’s super busy with work, and asked if I wanted to grab a beer that night. I said sure and he said he’d call me when he left. So, I rushed home, washed my hair, did my makeup, and found something cute to wear. He called, saying he was on his way, but was exhausted so it would probably just be one drink then he’d go home. No problem here. But knowing he was so beat–I could hear it in his voice–I asked if he’d rather reshedule. Nah, he said. Just a drink. Ten minutes later, he called and said he was just too tired, needed to stay home, and would call me next week.
Now, I admit I was a little pissed and slightly rude to him on the phone when he cancelled. I knew he was tired but I even gave him an out by asking if he wanted to do it another day. Plus, he initiated the whole thing. On the other hand, I also know he had to be on set at 5:00 a.m. and has been working like a madman this whole week, so I felt badly for being bitchy on the phone. I left him a voicemail apologizing.
We spoke this morning and he apologized for making plans and cancelling and I again said I was sorry for being bitchy. It’s all good.
In the meantime, I’m supposed to chat with two potential Jdates this weekend. Hopefully at least one will turn into a date. A normal date.
This weekend, I:
Tonight I’m meeting the girls for dinner at Taste. I so need a girls’ night.
Three days and three new ads (his, not mine) later, I still haven’t heard from CL Guy. I do believe I made the right decision in using his toothbrush to scrub the grout in my bathroom.
However, rather than write about what a loser CL Guy is (because we already know he totally is), I shall present my list of Good Things To Come Out Of Going On Five Dates With CL Guy:
Note to self: Next time someone tells you a) to get your own water; b) they don’t own a television set; or c) they don’t own a pair of jeans, run!
Tonight is my date with a new Jdate boy and we’re going for drinks. I don’t really know much about him yet, other than he’s from the Midwest and thus far, seems pretty normal. Check back tonight or tomorrow morning for details.
Had drinks at The Well (thanks CL Guy!) with new Jdate boy, who from this point forward shall be known as Midwest Guy. Three hours and two rounds later, we decided we were hungry and headed down the street to Toi for some late night Thai food.
Conversation was good. He’s a gentleman. He’s close to his family. He owns jeans. He dressed nicely. He’s cuter than his pictures. He has cable. He told me I’m fun to be with.
After dinner, he walked me to my car and we hugged goodnight. I said thank you and he said you’re welcome. No mention of a second date which I found to be a little weird, but whatever.
Friday
Emailed Midwest Guy and said I had a great time. Then emailed CL Guy and gave him a piece of my mind. (Save the emails. I needed to do it for myself.) Speaking of CL Guy, although he has not called, he apparently is not in the hospital nor missing any fingers that would enable one to dial a phone as he–big surprise–has a new ad up. Is it evil of me to hope I gave him mono?
Anyway, that evening I came home from work, finished hypocrite in a pouffy white dress (loved it!), did four loads of laundry, watched some stuff on my TiVo, and crashed.
Saturday
Slept in, went to the store, then got my nails and eyebrows done. Came home, checked my email–got a response from Midwest Guy thanking me for the nice note and for showing him The Well and Toi. He also asked, “You have any good spots for next time?”. Yay!
That evening, I met up with Annabel Lee for dinner and a Blockbuster night. We rented Flightplan, which had us alternately freaking out and laughing out loud. It was a fun, and much needed, chill night.
Sunday
Slept in, and in an attempt to avoid any and all LA Marathon and Hollywood and Highland traffic (anyone know why that intersection was closed?), stayed home and baked cupcakes (recipe here). I like the cupcake a lot, but the frosting is a little too fudgey for my taste. I think if I made them again, I’d use my regular buttercream frosting.
Tonight was a Big Brothers/Big Sisters mixer at The Spanish Kitchen. I was asked to speak about my experience as a Big, and although I was a little nervous, I had a blast chatting with prospective and current Bigs. And, I dragged AL with me once again, and she is set to attend an orientation in a few weeks–I’m so excited for her. In other Big Sister news, I was also asked to attend their next recruitment meeting, and I’m really looking forward to becoming more involved in such a great organization. On a side note, we were told we had to leave the restaurant by 9:30 because Paris Hilton and her entourage were taking it over later tonight. When we left, the paparazzi were already lining the sidewalk. Only in LA.
Boy emails Girl. Girl emails Boy. Boy and Girl talk on phone and make plans to meet. Boy and Girl meet for drinks, which turns into drinks then dinner.
Girl emails Boy to say thanks. Boy emails Girl and says thanks for the nice note and asks Girl out again (but does not suggest a specific day). Girl emails Boy and says she’d love to, and to give her a call to figure out the details (in attempt to get away from email, and back onto the phone).
Three days pass.
Boy has not called nor emailed Girl. Yet, Boy has read Girl’s email and logged onto Jdate at least a million times. Therefore, Boy a) sucks; b) is lame; c) isn’t such a nice Midwesterner; d) is playing games; e) combination of a-d; or f) all of the above.
In case anyone was considering making the cookie dough cupcakes, they were a HUGE hit at the office and gone in no time. I highly recommend them.
As you may remember, I last heard from Midwest Guy on Wednesday when he emailed me the oh-so-verbose note asking if I was interested in seeing V for Vendetta. I responded on Thursday via email with: “Sure.” Yes, it’s all about the vagueness now.
Well…he called (on the phone!) later that day. At 10:15 p.m. to be exact. A little late to call, no? He left a voicemail asking if I wanted to see a movie Friday night.
I called him back earlier today and left a voicemail saying, “Would love to do something tonight, but I already have plans. Maybe next week?”
Less than five hours later, he called me back and said, “Next week, huh?” I think perhaps he got the hint you can’t call someone the night before to ask her out for a second date.
Speaking of second dates, ours is Wednesday.
This weekend I:
I know, what an exciting weekend. Such a glamorous life I lead.
In other news, this coming week is going to be busy. I have five dozen cupcakes to frost, a date with Midwest Guy, my first tennis lesson, and then on Friday I finally get to see the girls.
Recent questions that brought people to my blog:
Seriously. And to all the new people, how did you get here?
The other day, mid-conversation with some acquaintances, I was asked my age. I quickly replied, “I’m 29.” Then something clicked and I said, “Um, I have no idea why I said that. I’m 31.”
Holy shit. When did I stop being 29?
In my head, I’m still in my twenties. I can stay out until three in the morning and drink too much alcohol and wake up well before noon without any sign of a headache. In reality, staying out until one in the morning after two glasses of wine now makes me sleepy.
At the Big Brother Big Sister social event a couple weeks ago, I spent some time chatting with a Big whom I thought was my age. I later saw him on Jdate–he’s 26. Crap.
I got carded at the bar on my thirtieth birthday. Last week at the Roxy, the guy checking IDs called me ma’am. When did I become a ma’am?
While telling a friend I signed up for tennis lessons, I mentioned I haven’t picked up a racket since my junior year of high school, about fifteen years ago. When did I become old enough to say I haven’t done something in 15 years?
At what point, if ever, does one really feel their actual age? Because in my head, I’m not almost 32.
Uh huh…we’re back to the top ten list. Sigh.
Here we go:
And to think I missed some TiVo’d Law & Order eps for this.
A few people have asked if I ever heard back from CL Guy. Nope, not that I really expected to after the email I sent him.
