Anatomy of a Player
Oddly I've known several players in my life. The first was Ray, who was one of my closest friends in High School. He tried to school me on how to meet and sleep with women, but I was too green, too uncomfortable, too unsure of myself, too afraid of women to learn the lessons he tried so hard to teach.


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Death Proof

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Years ago, I ran with an international crew - primarily guys. We were very tight and almost everyone played futbol religiously. (I didn't, and neither did Oliver (Swiss), Andi (Swedish) or Henri (Brit).) We were a pack of wolves - including the girls who ran with us ( Read more... )

Friday night:
Dance party

Agnes, Andrea, Cool-Girl-Whose-Name-I-Forgot and I were dancing. I think Fenula, Kellie and Sto were periodically joining us. I stopped dancing so I could get a drink. I had only been dancing a few minutes and I was already wheezing (because I'm now an unhealthy reject from a Dickens' novel). At the bar, some guy came up ( Read more... )

Once again, my blog got me in trouble.

While going to my film class, I ran into the hostess of the loft party I went to last week. She's dating the professor ( Read more... )

( Pictures from Saturday day. )

I could say that I need a change and I could talk about the derailing grand narratives of my life, and that would be true, but honestly it's the little things, the tiny annoyances, which put me in a bad mood ( Read more... )

( Blah, blah, blah; my boring diary... )

So fucking tired.

Jesslyn had a party tonight on her rooftop. I didn’t want to go, but I promised her. She has a beautiful view. She lives in the East Village.

Anyway, four stories from yesterday:

1. Before we went out, a bunch of people met at my place. Anna and I were wrestling in my room. We were standing, but I had Anna completely wrapped up in ( Read more... )