*yawn*stretch*
Well... it's been a bit.
And nothing really new to make mention of.
It's been sixteen months *sigh* dammit. There are days I get annoyed, days I get frustrated and days I just don't have the time to notice. There has been a little bit of attention, a big of extremely enjoyable snuggling and nibbling... but that was all. An appetizer. Though a delicious one.
Between my job and my job [daytimes doing the retail thing, nights DJing and promoting] lately I've been run off my feet. But good things keep happening. Mostly.
So in the [recent] past some advice has been offered here and there.
"Ask a girl about her passion(s)". Sure, good way to start an interesting conversation, focused on her... but doing so in a crowded and loud nightclub is difficult at best and likely not at all really possible. That's more a 'coffee meeting' sort of thing. And I don't even get to coffee these days with anyone. A little flirtation now and again at work (I think... I could be wrong) but...
Do something with music. MMmmmm sure, music is a talent of mine, one of the few, but what? Hand out mixed CDs? I know DJs who've done that and it's both random and doesn't get much notice beyond "thanks" MAYBE. The work I do, the notice I get is when I'm in the DJ booth, head bent over the gear as I work the weave and waft of what's coming. Surely, in Cleveland if nowhere else, I do get noticed by perky little girls who pop up over the side of the booth but once their request is noted and they holler "Thanks! You're the BEST!" they're off to the dancefloor and have forgotten that I'm around until the next time they want a particular song.
Websites just don't do it for me. I send out hugs and smiles and nudges and responses and mails and I hear crickets. Hell, if I want crickets, I'll go have a cigarette in the back yard.
One of my coworkers and I both won free baseball tickets at work a little while ago. So tomorrow he'll be bringing female company to the game and I... I will have an empty seat beside me. I'm not a big baseball person and don't know any ladies that are so... *shrug* But it's free, it's a work thing so...
And still, at both jobs, I get to see a lot of eye candy. A LOT! It compounds the frustration. I feel like the kid who has to stay in to practice his violin while the neighbourhood boys are outside playing football.
During a six hour drive back from Cleveland recently I got to think a lot about sex but... well, hell, when one is on a solo roadtrip, y'gotta think of SOMETHING to keep the mind from getting bored. Didn't see any highway oral, though... I wonder if that's more of a Candian thing? *chuckle*
And here, on a Friday night, I'm home working on the night job stuff. I should go eat, have a drink and go sleep a bit, so I'm rested for sitting on my ass tomorrow for six hours and watching a mess of guys knock a small white ball around a big green field.
And nothing really new to make mention of.
It's been sixteen months *sigh* dammit. There are days I get annoyed, days I get frustrated and days I just don't have the time to notice. There has been a little bit of attention, a big of extremely enjoyable snuggling and nibbling... but that was all. An appetizer. Though a delicious one.
Between my job and my job [daytimes doing the retail thing, nights DJing and promoting] lately I've been run off my feet. But good things keep happening. Mostly.
So in the [recent] past some advice has been offered here and there.
"Ask a girl about her passion(s)". Sure, good way to start an interesting conversation, focused on her... but doing so in a crowded and loud nightclub is difficult at best and likely not at all really possible. That's more a 'coffee meeting' sort of thing. And I don't even get to coffee these days with anyone. A little flirtation now and again at work (I think... I could be wrong) but...
Do something with music. MMmmmm sure, music is a talent of mine, one of the few, but what? Hand out mixed CDs? I know DJs who've done that and it's both random and doesn't get much notice beyond "thanks" MAYBE. The work I do, the notice I get is when I'm in the DJ booth, head bent over the gear as I work the weave and waft of what's coming. Surely, in Cleveland if nowhere else, I do get noticed by perky little girls who pop up over the side of the booth but once their request is noted and they holler "Thanks! You're the BEST!" they're off to the dancefloor and have forgotten that I'm around until the next time they want a particular song.
Websites just don't do it for me. I send out hugs and smiles and nudges and responses and mails and I hear crickets. Hell, if I want crickets, I'll go have a cigarette in the back yard.
One of my coworkers and I both won free baseball tickets at work a little while ago. So tomorrow he'll be bringing female company to the game and I... I will have an empty seat beside me. I'm not a big baseball person and don't know any ladies that are so... *shrug* But it's free, it's a work thing so...
And still, at both jobs, I get to see a lot of eye candy. A LOT! It compounds the frustration. I feel like the kid who has to stay in to practice his violin while the neighbourhood boys are outside playing football.
During a six hour drive back from Cleveland recently I got to think a lot about sex but... well, hell, when one is on a solo roadtrip, y'gotta think of SOMETHING to keep the mind from getting bored. Didn't see any highway oral, though... I wonder if that's more of a Candian thing? *chuckle*
And here, on a Friday night, I'm home working on the night job stuff. I should go eat, have a drink and go sleep a bit, so I'm rested for sitting on my ass tomorrow for six hours and watching a mess of guys knock a small white ball around a big green field.