Continued....

Sorry, got hung up yesterday and couldn't finish the post....

Right now I'm sitting in my office waiting for L2 (the girl I got set up with) to get out of work so we can meet up for a drink. Again, I'm being left with WAAAAAAAY too much time to think about this whole situation. I should have gone home, changed my clothes and driven back down town, but I stayed in the office because I'm planning on playing golf tomorrow afternoon and putting in some extra hours today can't hurt right?

So I've come to a few realizations in the past couple of days. The first and most important to me is my new found insecurity. Now, I'm not insecure. I wouldn't characterize myself as such, but lately I've realized that a lot of how I feel about myself has started to be based on other people. For instance, when C started playing her games I felt HORRIBLE about myself. All I could think of was "Why does she not want to be with me?" What I should have been thinking, and would have been in the past is "Oh well, her loss." I guess ideally you'd want to be somewhere in between? I mean, caring what people think is important to some extent, but not when you let it make you feel bad about yourself. Thats what I think.

Along those lines, I'm interested to see how I react if this little set up doesn't work out. Obviously there are 1000 variables between here and there, but if I think she is cool, attractive and someone I may be intersted in, and she just thinks "Blah, he's not it" I really don't have any idea how I will handle that.

In the last 2 months I've had both ends of the spectrum: C, who I absolutely destroyed myself over, and now this Russian, who honestly, if I don't ever see her again, I would be fine. Maybe it had to do with the proximity to my break up? I mean, I guess it is still reasonably fresh. I was the middle of April, so I'm going on being 3 months out of a 2+ year relationship at this point. at the one and a half month mark maybe I wasn't back to being myself yet?

At any rate, I'm looking forward to tonight, though again, I feel like I've had FAR too long to think about this whole situation. Here's hoping I don't F it up.

Potpourri

Title says it all.  I guess I've got a lot to talk about.  So here goes:

Picked up my car at Brookline Audi today and put $3500 on my Amex....yeah.  Supposedly my insurance company is going to pick at least some of that up, but we'll see.  They'll end up sending my a check for about $200 based on my experience.  So I pay, get my keys and they tell me my car is right outside.  It's not.  So I go in, and find a guy to find my car for me.  It's around back.  This was the biggest mistake they ever made.  Now I'm suspicious.  So the guy gives me my keys, and I turn my car and the A/C on since it was about 90 and take a quick walk around the car to make sure they haven't F-ed anything up.  Sure enough, they did.  First I go to the back and notice that the concrete block that keeps people from driving off of parking lots?  Yeah well, they've smashed my mufflers into it so far and hard that they're literally pushed up to my bumper.  ANGER.  Then I walk around the front, and someone has hit something with my front bumper.

I walked inside, pretty steamed.  Found the service rep and said "Ok, so who do I talk to about the fact that my mufflers are ground onto a block of concrete and one of your service techs hit something with my front bumper?"

"Sorry about the mufflers sir, but are you sure those scratches on your bumper weren't already there?"

This just about set me off.  I drive an '03 A4...it is perfect.  The paint, the wheels, the windows, the inside.  I notice shit like a bunch of scratches on my bumper.  "Listen, do I look like the kind of person who doesn't notice scratches on my bumper?  I just paid you over three thousand dollars to fix my fucking car, and you're giving it back to me with fucked up paint and dented mufflers.  Where is your manager?" (Note:  I was a bit pissed off at myself that I swore at the guy.  I hate that.  Not mature or professional, and I wish I hadn't.)

"He's not here right now sir."

So I have the manager's card and direct line phone number.  He will be getting an earful tomorrow morning, and they will be giving me money to fix this.  Period.

So I have my car back.  Took it for a little ride to beat on it and make sure it wasn't gonna break again.  So far so good.

In other news, I still haven't the slightest clue where to go with this girl tomorrow.  I've officially had WAY too long to think about this little meeting of mine and that is not good.  I generally can have pretty good conversations with people when I don't try, but when I start trying it's obvious and painful.  Hence the problem with thinking about it too much.  And all of you out in bloggy world haven't come up with any ideas for me either!  GEEZ!  Juuuust kidding, but seriously, if you know anywhere around the financial district that has a nice outdoor bar, let me know.  Thanks.

As far as the Russian is concerned, Lynn, I think you're absolutely right.  She's kind of going a bit overboard.  But whatever.  It's just a fling.  I guess one way to look at it is that at least I'm getting to kiss her, and I have someone to hang out with who isn't the same old friends.

So, turns out I can probably take Friday off.  To be continued.....

Someday I may understand, but probably not....

So the Russian texted me last night because she was on the green line home.  She said she wanted to see me and say hello.  I was actually in bed, but she gets off the subway at the stop that is literally right outside my front door, so I threw on some clothes and met her downstairs.  She immediately grabbed me and started kissing me, and essentially humping my leg. (Sorry for the umm...crass description, but nothing else really suitably describes what she was doing to me)

Now, to me this means something.  You come to my house in the middle of the night, grab me, start kissing me (sloppy, wet, lots of tongue kissing me) and grinding on my leg.  I mean, what would you think?  So I invite her upstairs.  She gives me a look like she's thinking about it then says "No, I must go home." (Again, Russian accent = super hot.  Maybe it's just me)

I figure she's playing a little game, so I beg a little bit, and tell her that I don't really feel comfortable with her walking through the streets at 1230 at night (Note:  This is honestly true.  I do have a problem with girls and women walking the streets of Boston alone at this time of night.  Chances are nothing would ever happen, but honestly I don't know what I'd do if something did.  I would never forgive myself.)

She started to walk away.  I said "at least let me walk you home."  She declined and said "Very soon I will stay the night with you."  Then she walked to the sidewalk and stopped, looking at me, and gave me the come hither finger.  Now, again, unless my shit is waaaaay off this means something.  I go over expecting her to maybe invite me to her place?  She kisses me again and says good night.

I asked her if she was enjoying playing with me.  Fuck it.  That's what it is, I'm done beating around the bush.  "Sometimes yes.  I do."

AAAARGH.  Needless to say I was a bit frustrated when I got back inside.  I asked to text me when she got home, and she did.  "I am home, and I'm still feeling your arms on me.  I was thinking about you all night, and now I will dream about you."

Today she found out that she has to go to NYC this week and she wants to see me Friday.  Can't do it.  I have family in town from North Carolina and California this weekend, which will take up pretty much all of my time. (I'm going to try really hard to make the blogger meet up on my way out of town, I swear.)  So I've texted her to tell her.

We'll see what the response is.

In other news my car is done.  Final tally $3500.  I'll get into the details later, but its convoluted and semi BS but I may be able to get a good deal of it from my insurance company.

More to follow.  Thanks for reading

PDA...Not the hand held kind...

So, I met up with the Russian last night.  We went on a sunset harbor cruise.  I guess that's what you do when you're 20.  She wore a short short skirt.  Don't get me wrong, it looked fantastic, but there are some things you just don't wear on a boat.  The 3 inch heels weren't helping her sea legs.  

Now, I can remember being 20.  I was a bit different than I am now, but keep in mind, I was in a relationship at that time that I'd been in for 5 years already, so sticking my tongue down my girlfriend's throat wasn't exactly on my radar.  Apparently in Russia they aren't shy about making out in front of a boat full of strangers, a restaurant full of people, anywhere on any given sidewalk or on the green line.  It was more than a bit much.  I mean, I see people doing what we were doing, and it kind of makes me sick.  But honestly, at this point I'm just like, whatever, I'll go with it.

So all night she is making references to jumping my bones, as it were.  References to getting it on in an alley, or on top of a bar....That is WAY beyond my personal range of acceptable even when I'm drunk, never mind when I'm sober.  I'm guessing she was joking, but it's hard to tell sarcasm or jokes with her.  She has quite an accent, and I honestly have no idea how wild this girl might be.  She's kind of got the "crazy eyes."  All guys know about the crazy eyes.  It's not necessarily that you have big eyes, or that you don't blink.  They just have a look.  It's unmistakable.  Now, I'm not going to marry this girl, she's going back to Russia in six weeks, so I'm pretty sure I can deal with however crazy she is until then.

Not sure how I feel about this whole thing at this point, though I do have to say I've got to figure out how to cut down on the PDA without offending her.  I hate to say this but it is great that her visa expires in the end of August.  This could just be a fun quick thing, which I think is just what I need at this point.  If it were not the case that she were leaving it wouldn't be as stress free.  I really can't win or lose in this situation I guess.  All I can do is try to enjoy myself, so that is what I'm doing.  It is a good feeling to not care again....That sounds cold, but honestly, being bent out of shape about girls I hardly know is just ridiculous.

In other news, if you recall a few weeks ago I was supposed to be "set up".  Well my friend finally gave me the girl's email address.  We're meeting up Thursday night after work.  If anyone has any suggestions of a good place to meet up in the financial district let me know.  I have a few in mind, but nothing spectacular.  I have no idea what she's like, or even what she looks like.  My friend from high school (who is setting us up) knows me, and knows the kinds of girls I've dated.  I hope she's not setting me up with the "really nice" friend.  I know, it's horribly shallow of me, but there has to be a physical attraction before there can be anything else no?

Thanks all for reading and commenting.  Sorry for the brief post, but I'm tired and the Lice Episode if South Park is on, so I'm out.

The Things I Wish They Knew

Last night ended up being pretty low key.  A friend of mine now lives in Somerville (quite an inconvenience with my car in the shop, but whatever.)  I took a cab to his place.  We had a few beers and we decided to go sit outside at Legal Seafoods in Kendall Sq. for dinner.  We finished a few beers and he, myself and his girlfriend (who he just moved in with, and is the reason he is way the F over in Somerville) got a cab to Kendall Sq.  Had some great food at Legal's stayed for a few drinks paid our tab and left.  Now, I like my friend's girl.  She is alright, but she rolls her as at me like every 5 minutes.  Most of the time it is when I'm looking at or trying to speak with girls.  I don't know what her problem is.  I mean, fine, you haven't been single in like 5 years, buuuut when you ARE single the only way you're ever going to meet anyone is to try to talk to them no?

So we decided a few more beers were called for, and went to the Cambridge Brewing Company.  We sat outside and had some beer and caught up for a while longer.  As we were sitting there I noticed this cute blonde hippie girl sitting on a bench alone by the street.  I kept an eye on her and after 45 minutes she was still sitting there alone and no one had said a word to her.  I mentioned to my friend and his girlfriend that the girl had been sitting there alone for so long, I was met with an eye roll by his girlfriend of course.  So I though, fuck it, she's smoking a butt, I have a pack in my pocket, I'm going to say hi.  I got "the sigh" from the friend's girlfriend, but whatever.  Fuck her. (more to follow on this)

So I walk up to the lonely stranger and as if I can share her bench.  She says of course and I sit and light a cigarette.  

"Waiting for someone?"  

"Yeah, my boyfriend works at CBC so I'm waiting for him to get out." she said.

I looked at my watch, "May be her for a while."

"Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm gonna wait or not.  He hasn't answered his phone or my texts."

Ok, now, this kind of blew my mind.  I got a little more info and the boyfriend apparently knew she was going to there waiting and had told her he was getting out early, and now he's not even giving her a call to let her know he won't?  I put myself in that position and I think 1) I would at least call and let her know what was up, or check my phone at the very least and see that she'd called.  and 2) I would take the 4 seconds that it would take to walk outside, say hello and explain what was going on.

So we talked a bit more.  Turns out she lives in Allston and takes the bus from Kendall Sq. to get there?  She asked me how I get to Brighton from Kendall and I said "I take a cab."  At which point I SHOULD have said, "Wanna split one." but my conscience stops me from doing things like hitting on girls who have boyfriends (especially when they're within line of sight.)  I went back to my table and got another eye roll or two as I explained her situation.  So we sat there for a while, and JUST before I left the cute blonde stood from her bench and walked away.  At NO point did anyone ever come out of CBC to say hello.  Her timing sucked, because honestly, if she waited about 2 minutes longer, and we happened to be walking down the street together I would have offered a cab.  Not even to try to hit on her, though I'm sure a little of that would be going on, but I really have this thing against letting good looking young girls walk through the streets of the city alone late at night.  And it kind of irks me that a girl that beautiful would be dating someone who is so clearly a bit of a douche.

I mean honestly, you don't call her, you don't go outside to say hello, and then you let her walk herself through an area of a city, that she admitted to me she was not terribly familiar with, in the middle of the night?  

What I wish they knew?: That there are guys out there who care enough not to do shit like that.  I would never do that to any girlfriend of mine no matter what the situation, and I'm sure I'm not alone here.  

Later in the night my friend said  that he told his girl to stop giving me the exasperated eye roll every time I talked to a girl.  This is why he is my friend.  He understands shit like that, and I honestly did not say a word to him about it before he just told her.  Good friends know shit like that I guess.

At any rate, work Monday.  I have my annual review.  I guess it is a good time being that they've shipped me away for the last week.  I already know that I got a raise.  6.5% is pretty good.  I was expecting about 5, so there you go.  Pretty happy with the job at this point.  It's been interesting work, I've been getting a lot of experience in new innovative things, and they pay me well and don't treat me like just a number.  I worked for a company with 6,000 employees.  Let me just tell you, a company like that does not give a shit about you.  They give a shit about their stock price, and if they need to cut $5 million in payroll to make their year end profit numbers they will.  And they don't care who they fire.

So I'm seeing the light as far as my professional situation.  I guess there's just shit I'll need to deal with no matter where I go or what I do, its just a question of what kind of shit and whether I want to deal with it or not.

Thanks for reading.

Shameless Plug

Spent last night in Harvard Square.  Totally cliche I know, but it really is a great place to hang out in the summer.

I started the night at Tommy Doyle's at a show.  I've seen The Ryan Fitzsimmons Band a few times now and they always put on a good show.  Check out their myspace page and listen to a few songs.  Kind of Tom Waits like.  The stuff on the site now is from his new album which is a bit more mellow than the stuff the band plays live.  (Side Note:  I try to be a supporter of local bands, and when I find one that I like I will see them almost whenever they play.  It's hard to find a good local band, so when I do I like to support them so they keep playing.  Plus it is always cheaper than going to see a big act)

Tommy Doyle's used to be the House of Blues, and the space that they have shows in is really cool and quite unique.  Small, cozy and nice.  I will see more shows there.  I would recommend it to anyone.

After the set we walked through Harvard Square to head to Club Passim to see if there was any live music going on there.  Turns out they weren't even open.  On a Friday night?  It was late, so perhaps they closed a bit early, but it was definitely before 1, so I don't know.

We ended up in the new Beer Garden behind Charlie's Kitchen.  It was pretty cool to be outside, and the crowd was good.  That is one of my favorite things about Harvard Square.  Generally the crowd is upbeat, intelligent and there to have fun.  This isn't the case in many parts of the city (I'm talking to YOU BU and BC bars.  FULL of meat heads.)  They definitely needed to get another bartender out there, but overall it was pretty fun.  Not sure what the deal is with tonight.  Hopefully something good is going on.  I can't handle sitting around in my apartment after a whole week sitting in a hotel room.

Maybe a trip to Somerville to meet up with some friends.  As far as squares go, I'd have to say Davis Square in Somerville is a close second to Harvard Square.  If you haven't been, definitely check out the area.  Great bars, good crowds.

A Requim for Baltimore

So my asian friend (A from here on.  Not for asian, for her name that begins with an A) called yesterday after work.  She said she was considering going to DC to hang out with some friends (apparently she is from there) but wanted to know when I was leaving Baltimore.  I told her I was leaving this afternoon and she changed her plan.  She came into town and we went out to dinner.  I started drinking at dinner.  It's been a long week.  I really needed it.  We finished, walked to Little Italy in Baltimore and just hung out.  (FYI: Little Italy in Baltimore??  Yeah not so much.  It's very little and not very Italian.  But they do have the required statue of Christopher Columbus that all Italian neighborhoods have.)

We went to a bar near my hotel that was new and looked pretty cool, but was closed for painting?  The place literally opened like 2 months ago and it already needs to be painted?  WTF is that?  So we went to the bar in my hotel to regroup and figure out something else to do.  The bartender at my hotel bar was named Maurice.  Maurice was the shit.  He was one of those jovial personable bartenders who is always cracking jokes and making you feel at home.  Maurice was closing up because he "had a little something going on later" and gave us a flyer for free admission to a piano bar in the night club area of Baltimore.  We thought, what the hell, let's check it out.

Howl at the Moon was an absolute riot.  Apparently it is a franchise at sorts and they have locations all over the country.  If they ever open in Boston I will be there.  There were 2 pianos, 4 piano player/comedians who took any request and played it.  It was absolutely hilarious.  So while we were at the bar A insisted on buying me a drink since I bought dinner 2 nights in a row.  So while she was getting the drinks some guy started hitting on her.  I really could not have cared any less.  It was a refreshing feeling to be honest, to be completely indifferent toward the guy who was hitting on the girl I was with.  But she was sitting there talking to him for a few minutes, which again I had no problem with, but I wanted my damn drink!  So I walked over, grabbed it and said I'd be at the table when she got done.  She looked as if she'd been caught stealing.  (Side Note:  The dude talking to her gave me this look like "haha I'm stealing your girl."  Again, I really didn't care, so frankly it was funny.  I kind of laughed at him and walked away.  He didn't know how to react to that.  I mean, how much of a douche do you need to be to get satisfaction from trying to steal a girl from someone?  God help us.  But I digress.)

She came back to the table a few minutes later and started apologizing profusely.  I said "Listen, you don't need to apologize to me.  I will be gone tomorrow.  You absolutely should meet and talk to people here.  Seriously, I have no problem with that at all."  She grabbed, hugged and gave me one of those "You are great" kisses that you get every once in a while.  We spent the rest of the night talking, singing along and laughing at the piano players.

On the way home I got a cab.  The cabbie was like "But where you're going is like 4 blocks away."  I assured him he would be paid and tipped well.  The reason I got a cab?  Well mostly because of the sketchy crack head/homeless guys who accosted me for all of the change I had in my pockets on the way there.  And it was much later now.  We went back to the hotel and I didn't get much sleep.  It was a rough morning.  Ever notice how the hangover from a night of drinking hard alcohol is completely different than a night of beer??  Yeah, I had a hard alcohol hangover this morning.  I left her in bed and went to the office.  She said she'd stay till I got back to pack up and check out.

I came back at about 1030 to get my shit together and check out of the room.  She told me she wished I live in Baltimore, and that I wasn't leaving.  All good things to hear I guess, but I honestly could not have been happier to be getting out of there.  I went to the airport early and had lunch and a couple of beers.  Landed in Boston just in time to hit rush hour traffic, and of course my cabbie was completely inept and took the complete wrong way to get me home.  What I wanted more than anything at this point was to get home, lay in my bed and take a nap, and this moron was not only preventing from getting there, but also making it more expensive to boot.  If it weren't going to be on the company I would have been far far more angry.

Now I'm back, heading out tonight with some friends to catch a show.  It's times like this that you really appreciate the people you have as friends (i.e. when you haven't seen anyone you know in a week.)  

Random Side Note:  As we were landing in Boston I got this overwhelmingly lonely feeling.  If anyone has seen the movie Love Actually (yeah, kind of a chick flick, but really not a bad movie as far as chick flicks go) you know that in the airport everyone is seeing their significant other, family, kids etc. and hugging them and just being happy to see people.  The only person who was there for me was the cabbie from god knows where who had no idea where he was going.  I always remember time I landed in the airport after flying alone when I was met by the ex (when we were still dating).  It was quite a thing because while I was away she got a job offer in NYC that she thought she was going to take, so we had some pretty heavy phone conversations and I honestly had no idea if I'd ever see her again.  That was one of the greatest hugs of my life.  I will never forget it.  (WARNING!!! CHEESINESS OVERLOAD!!!)

Anyway, thanks for reading and posting.  I'm finally back in Boston! YES!  Hoping to make it to the get together next week.  Crossing my fingers.

One More Night

So, this is my last night in Baltimore. Last night wasn't all that bad. I went to the outdoor bar at the Hard Rock Cafe (lame and touristy I know) on the harbor in Baltimore. The bar is almost like a dock. It sits out in the middle of a channel between two piers. This is what piqued my interest. I sat there and was the only one at the bar for some time and got to speaking with the bartender and the wait staff. She was very cute, brunette with beautiful light blue eyes and an easy smile. She was slow so she pulled out a cross-word puzzle and asked for my help doing it. (Full Disclosure: In my day I was pretty damn good at crosswords. I went to engineering school so there was a lot of time spent in the back of lecture halls doing crosswords instead of learning. And I tend to do the on the train when I am not reading anything.) So I wowed her with my crossword skills and we talked, along with the rest of the wait staff, as everyone was slow. Seems thats not the happening spot to hang, but I was surrounded by a bunch of girls who were talking to me (yes they were waiters and bartenders, but at this point human interaction is human interaction. I'll take it.) I finished about 6 beers there, and then left to get dinner somewhere else because, lets face it, the Hard Rock isn't exactly gourmet.

At dinner I sat at the bar alone and noticed a cute asian girl sitting a couple of seats away, also seemingly alone. I thought, what the hell, at the very least maybe a conversation. "So, are you here on business?" "No," she said, "I just moved here to go to nursing school."

So we got to chatting, talked through dinner, and had a few more drinks. I asked her what there was to do around here and she said she really didn't know. I said "Well, I'm probably gonna go for a quick walk around the harbor and then grab a drink at my hotel bar if you're not doing anything you are more than welcome to join me." She did, we walked and talked, then made it up to my hotel for a few more drinks. At this point I was pretty tipsy, as apparently was she. I kissed her. Yup. Bold move, prompted 100% by alcohol no doubt about it.

I was going to ask her up to my room, but I didn't really want to be too forward. She kind of invited herself up...

Today I think to myself "should I have said no and just gone to bed?" I really don't know. I woke up this morning with her next to me feeling a little scummy. More than a little. But I really don't know why or if I should. I mean, I guess there's no real reason NOT to have done whatever, but again, that catholic guilt has a way of finding its way into my brain.

I left her in bed this morning and went to work and told her if she felt like it to text me, as clearly I have NOTHING else to do in this city while I'm here.

By the way, if you're all reading the last few posts and thinking "No fucking way this all happened to this kid." I would not blame you. I would be thinking the same thing, and actually in reading these posts it's more than a little hard for me to believe myself. Plus I kind of feel like a bit of a man whore. Rightfully so I think, but honestly I've never really been in this situation before. Not sure how I should handle it. Please don't think I'm a horrible person. Honestly, it's not like I'm out there actively looking for tail per se. All of these things have happened when I was in fact not really trying to get laid at all. Perhaps that is the secret. Guys take note.

Anyway, today I feel sketchy and dirty and I'm pseudo hoping she doesn't text me tonight. We shall see...I'll keep you all posted.

Edgar Allen I am Not

So, you'd think that since I've been sitting in a hotel room alone for the last two nights I'd at least post something wouldn't you? I'm quite surprised that I haven't as well. I would say most of that has to do with the fact that for the last two nights I've gone to dinner alone and had...well...a few, and by the time I got back to my room I was less than motivated.

So here I am, before I leave work and go to dinner and drinks...probably alone again. Not probably alone, definitely alone. Baltimore is a cool city I guess. My hotel is right near the waterfront, which is a pretty nice place to hang out. There are malls, bars, restaurants. It's fun, and thus far, other than right now, the weather has been pretty great.

The work isn't bad either. Once again I've been called in to save a pregnant woman from her project who is on the verge of leaving to have her baby. Apparently that is my calling card at this point. So I'm here till at least the end of the week trying to familiarize myself with something that I really don't have any experience working with. With any luck I won't have a return trip to Baltimore next week, but thus far there are no guarentees.

Work travel...I mean, it wouldn't be so bad, but it's just like, hanging at a bar alone = lame
eating dinner alone = lame
going back to the hotel to watch the family guy till I crash = lame
not being able to get the sox on TV = lame

So needless to say I can't wait to get back to Beantown and just relax and hang out with friends. Turns out I have family coming to town this weekend though. Which sucks. I mean, I like my family. I really do. But I have a feeling that this weekend I'm just gonna want to be able to do my own thing and not have to do whatever they want to.

Last night I did have some human contact from home. K texted me telling me she misses me (clearly the polar opposite of C in that regard) L texted to check in since I told her last weekend I'd be spending the week in Baltimore, most likely alone. It was nice to have a little convo with her about when we'd meet up again. She seems really chill and relaxed which is just what I need at this point, and there is ZERO pressure from her for a relationship, which is also nice. I also got a text from my old roommate about a party this weekend that she wanted to invite me to. I really want to see her, but again, this weekend may be trash. This all remains to be seen.

In other news, I have no idea what is going on with my car. My rep at the dealership didn't answer his phone today. Getting a little irked at this point. Nothing like a car payment and endless repair payments for a car that you never get to drive. Again, don't buy an Audi with an automatic transmission. And if you do, and it breaks, don't say I didn't tell you.

Aaaaaand I guess that is all of the complaining I should do for today before I lose you all.

Any suggestions from people about what they would/have done in a situation similar to the one I'm in now (strange city, alone) would be great. I'm DYING here!

From Russia With Love?

Last night wasn't all blogging and packing as it turns out.  I send a text to K just to see what she was up to.  Turns out she had just gotten back from visiting her friend in Maine and was just hanging around her apartment.  I invited her over for, you guess it, a movie.  She accepted and came over.  We watched Snatch, one of my favorite movies.  (Side Note:  I will never forgive Madonna for what she's done to Guy Ritchie.  Before Madonna he made classics like Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and Snatch...Since then, crap like Swept Away (starring Madonna...After she married him.)  This kills me.)

We didn't watch much of the movie.  I guess you could say I got to second base?  Though based on what's going on in Gloucester these days may mean getting your girlfriend pregnant with twins.

She is making me wait till I get back from Baltimore.  That is what she told me.  Though, when I walked her home she brought me around to her bedroom window and said "There is my bedroom window.  If you ever want me you can just come stand outside."  Which immediately made me think she wanted me standing outside that night, though I did not.

I totally bit on her "tease" if you will and we had dinner tonight as well.  I kind of regret that.  It is too much too soon, but she is definitely into it.  We walked around Newbury street a bit after dinner and then I really had to leave to finish packing and getting everything together for Baltimore tomorrow morning (and apparently writing a blog entry.)  I said "I have to go, let's grab a cab home."  She said "I will walk.  You get a cab."

??  Umm, I'm confused, and made sure she was ok with that.  Apparently it was ok, and she walked away?

I don't know what this means, but I'm not going to worry about it.

Flight at 6AM tomorrow.  Wish me luck