By the by, I did suggest pool to Rick. We met at the same place, but he was already gone gone gone, red-eyed and in another plane of existence, and then instead of heading to the table he aggressively recruited a couple of people to play foosball with us. The rest I can tell you on email, but suffice it to say I wound up (as usual) dancing with myself.

If the old truism were true about men always wanting it, I’d probably have a complex, but I think it’s a big lie!

As for Stoner Rick being too stoned for you–what can I say? It makes for an excellent refuge when you can’t get any action, and what’s more can become a lifestyle that doesn’t leave much room for any. (I know it’s played out that way in my own life.) All I can say is, don’t give up just yet. I know you don’t like pre-fab lines, but you could try something like, “When do we get to play pool again? This time, I want the break….”

Sorry, no non-stop sex, in Italy or elsewhere. It’s not like I didn’t try, though. Lately I’ve been spending a lot of quality time with myself, you could say…(!) R flips my switch like nobody’s business, but is too chemically oblivious to do anything about it (even when I spell it out in giant letters). Maybe it’s just as well as I’m still pretty ambivalent about the whole relationship (if you can call it that). I just don’t understand wanting to get f’d up more than wanting to get f’d.

Kudos on the birthday date. I can just see you jumping up and down.

Meanwhile, I really like Italian food, so is there more about that?

How are things going? Sounds like they’ve been better. Me, I had an odd weekend with Hammerhead, who’s come out of hiding. We went to Goldberg’s Saturday night, had phenomenal pastrami sandwiches; then again last night, went to Hing Loon with E.L. (who isn’t doing too well these days), had lots and lots of Chinese. I hate tofu, but HH insisted on the salt-and-pepper tofu as an appetizer. Just goes to show that you can deep fry just about anything and have it come out tasty.

In other news, the Object Of My Obsessions will be returning to town in July, for her brother’s wedding. She very sweetly took the initiative and asked if I would take her out for a birthday dinner while she was here. Of course I would! (Hard to type when you’re jumping up and down, I found out.) I went even further than that, however, as I offered to escort her to the wedding if she didn’t already have a date. That’s pushing it, going in for a family setting like that. She hasn’t made reply, and I’m virtually certain she won’t go for it, but I wanted to make the offer, stay on her radar as a suitor.

I’m feeling awfully discouraged…even my life coach friend suddenly seems to think the serendipitous opportunity I’m hoping for is unlikely. And in the meantime my new buddy, who looks really sexy in one of those “wifebeater” undershirts, doesn’t have me totally convinced he would never actually BE one.