I mentioned to her that a few more people asked her questions after I'd gone into comments and said, "Talu is composing now. No more questions" and she said,
I feel like maybe she isn't that serious about her volunteer plans.
In the meantime, it was nice to take a break--and not have to cut and paste and bold questions and use petspeak for two days in a row or anything. Boy, am I relaxed.
Not much is new with me; I am still freelancing from noon to 5:00 at my old workplace. I don't know how long I can keep up this breakneck pace, having to get up at 10:00 and endure that six-minute commute. What all do they want from me? I'm not a machine.
It's pretty busy there, though, and those five hours fly by, and I don't spend several minutes a day having deep talks with Vilhelm Oyster or TinaDoris or anything.
Last night after work, I went to dinner with Poochie, the friend from work who owns a Hello Kitty bowling ball. She also has, like, 900,000 pair of expensive shoes, because that's her thing, but do you like how I'm more interested in the bowling ball? You can take me out of Michigan...
Turns out, the annoying restaurant we went to was having "breakfast for dinner" night, so we had to get breakfast items. Which annoyed us. We got pretty much the same annoying thing, and above please enjoy Poochie's finished plate.
While I was at the restaurant, I talked to the Tall Boy on the phone, which by the way was super polite to Poochie. Do y'all remember the Tall Boy? I dated him for maybe an hour and 15 minutes. Anyway, I am sad to report that his dad is very ill, which is awful and I feel terrible for him, and he is off to the Midwest to see his dad.
Soon after Tall Boy and I broke up, from that deep hour-and-15-minute romance, he met another woman and they've been dating ever since. And here is the thing. I have a huge crush on her. She is GORGEOUS and I could tell from Tall Boy's Facebook pictures that she was my people. She was always doing interesting things and seeming charismatic and so forth.
One afternoon back in the spring, Ned and I were walking into a restaurant for brunch, and she was walking out. Let's give her a blog name right now. ...Okay, I just used the random name generator, and her name is Domenica Wiatrak.
So there she was, Domenica was, having never met me in real life, and before I could even think about that stalky fact I heard myself say, "Domenica!"
She kind of looked at me like, "Who the eff are you?" because, you know, who the eff was I? The only way I knew who she was was from stalking Tall Boy's Facebook page. "I'm Tall Boy's friend, June!" I said, and thank god she knew who that was, because then we had us a chat and it was lovely.
We became Facebook friends that afternoon, and have a great time on there, and I have to tell you my crush on her still grows. Anyway, my point is, she texted me to see if I wanted to get together this weekend while Tall Boy is out of town.
"I HAVE A DATE WITH DOMENICA!" I screeched to Ned when I saw him last night. "What should I wear? Should I buy something new, with all my money?" "You're kidding," said Ned, who is no fun to talk to and it's no wonder I am leaving him for a woman.
I think I'll suggest we go to Proximity, which is where Ned and I had our first date. And that worked out, so. In fact, it was eight months ago yesterday that Ned and I had our first date, which he tells me is also the birthday of Robert E. Lee. Which, wow. I am dating a Southerner.
Maybe I should wear what I wore on my first date with Ned, which of COURSE I remember. I had on my black high-heeled boots, jeans, a lacy tank top and a loose-knit hangy kind of black sweater. Did I just make myself sound like Stevie Nicks? I swirled my jeans around for everyone to see all night.
JUST LIKE A ONE-WINGED DOVE!
Did I ever tell you I thought that's what the words were? Ooo-ooo-ooo, Jackie Poo, Hulk. That's all I have to say about that.
I had better go get ready to be there by noon. God. How can they expect people to function at that hour?
P.S. I just re-read this and realize I called myself interesting and charasmatic. What an asshole.