Because all signs point to yes with Brian, I have deemed dating no longer a worthy blog topic. The question of the year is whether other things in my life are interesting enough to sustain an audience.

Things:
James Earl Jones was in my office building. I rode the elevator with him. I heard a company there does voice-overs, and he had Cat on a ( Read more... )

Brian is cute. He is going to be Lloyd Dobler (from Say Anything) for Halloween. Last night, for the first time, I actually felt like I liked him. Yes, I realize this sounds bizarre, but if you know me, you know I am very bad at gaging how much or whether I like someone. He cooked me Korean food. He is funny at dating. He bought candles and, in a ( Read more... )

Brian is going well. On Thursday we went out for Korean food, then got dessert at Magnolia, and then got a drink at a bar. He held my hand, which was very bizarre for me, and we got made fun of by one of those comedy hacks that harass you on the street to come to a comedy show. Something about, "Come in and check out a comedy show on your awkward, ( Read more... )

I went out with Brian last night. I had previously met him at a party, but, uh, it was a pirate party; he was dressed like a pirate, complete with hat and fake facial hair, and his face was all red from booze, so I actually didn't know at all what he normally looks like ( Read more... )

This post is not about a boy I like but about a dating term, a way of describing something, that I can appreciate. A coworker who recently got out of a long-term relationship is looking for a "dating buddy." It's a nice term, which he uses to mean a fuck buddy that you like and with whom you can go to movies and dinner, but there isn't the long- ( Read more... )

Chris got back to me. He's dating someone else. And so it goes.

Okay, so this journal is dying a slow death, and for that I--and the many poor Internet-dating men out there--apologize. Chris (library boy) sort of blew me off last week. Today I wrote him a little email that went like this ( Read more... )

Wednesday night I met Lefty Librarian, a.k.a. Chris. He is thin and blond, with a big pair of black plastic glasses on his face. He just started as a librarian at Brooklyn Public, which gives him like 100 bonus points, and he is a Northeasterner through and through. He hates California (sorry, Jenn) and wants to be Larry David. (Okay, why am I ( Read more... )

So, props to me for thinking Javi wasn't so great. After no contact since Labor Day, he emails me today to say something like "I don't know if I should be apologizing for not calling you, but I didn't think you were that into me ( Read more... )

Virginia Woolf's Orlando, newly transformed from a man to a woman during a weeklong sleep, considers men rather like I do: "Lord O. had been gallant. Lord A. polite. The Marquis of C. charming. Mr. M. amusing. But when she tried to recollect in what their gallantry, politeness, charm, or wit had consisted, she was bound to suppose her memory at ( Read more... )