This sucks

Two of the three things I hate about my relocation have converged to make this a suck-ass Saturday.

1. The hairdresser: I have not been able to find a good hairdresser in the almost four months I've lived here. I had an appointment with a "meh" stylist in Austin on Wednesday. She canceled 30 minutes before the appointment after I'd already made the drive up there. I made an appointment for today with the "meh" stylist here in town. I showed up and the place was closed. Waited half an hour and she never showed. Grrr!

2. The insects: I desperately need to do laundry. However, there is a ginormous spider who has built a web outside my back door. He's so crafty that the web is attached from my back door to the utility room door. I carefully opened the door and reached my arm out with a can of Raid and sprayed him. Now he's suspended in mid-air and breathing his last, but I'm still too scared to open the door all the way and move him. I just know he'll kill me if I set foot out there.

I'm going to pop in a DVD of Perry Mason and drown my sorrows in 50's TV-noir.

La gallina se va

So, I went out again with the work guy. (I need to give him a name ... let's go with Renegade.)

Anyway, I went out with Renegade. He hadn't called me since that last infuriating phone call. We chatted a little at work, but nothing major. So last Friday on his way out to lunch, he stopped and asked if I'd like to go and I said okay. While we were out, he asked if I wanted to do something over the weekend and we decided to go out on Saturday after my book club meeting. I was really hoping we were going out just as friends. I mean since we hadn't talked, I didn't think that he'd think there was still anything going on between us.

Well, of course, I was wrong. When we talked on Saturday to finalize the plans, he called it a date. I frantically IM'ed Lass to get some advice. I asked her to promise to kill me if I didn't resolve the problem before the night was over. She wouldn't agree. (No, she wasn't being kind. She was reserving the right to tease me later. What a pal! lol)

Turns out, I didn't need killing anyway. After more frantic texting with my nephew, I figured out what I would say. Renegade gave me the perfect opening after dinner. I took it and explained that I enjoy spending time with him, but I just want to be friends. I'll spare you the whole speech.

I was so proud of me! We spent close to another hour together after that, things were fine and fun, I've seen him since then and there's no awkwardness. A happy ending!

Happy birthday to me

Yes, I know it's over a month away, but I had to buy my present early.

I just discovered that Avenue Q is finally touring the country! And I found out just in time, too. It will be in Houston next month. I bought myself a ticket, and since I'm not poor anymore (yay), I splurged on a good seat. Okay it's a great seat: center orchestra, second row. This is going to be so awesome! I can't wait to see it. And if the show is as fantastic as I think it will be, it's going to be in Ft. Worth in July, so I can see it again!

Curious?

Oh, how bad I am at leaving my poor readers hanging.

Do you want to know what has happened with random kissing guy? Well, I called him Tuesday after Labor Day like I said I would. We talked on the phone for a long time, but it only confirmed that I don't like him romantically. I didn't see him at work all week and he didn't call me, so I thought I was home free.

He called Friday night and we talked a long time again. This time I came close to not liking him even as a friend. He has some infuriating (for me) ideas on religion and society. I had to ask to change the subject when my blood started boiling. He didn't mention getting together and I didn't either.

So far this week he's waved to me in passing and sent me a 'hello' email. I hope he's gotten the hint that I'm not interested. I don't want to have to spell it out.

Dialogue

Samsara: I never thought it could happen to me: a drunken makeout with a guy I'm not really attracted to. Okay, it wasn't exactly a makeout. It was just kissing.

Inner voice: "Just kissing?" Uh-huh, but where?

Samsara: What? On the lips.

Inner voice: Don't be coy. You know what I mean. "Just kissing" on the goldarn town square! In front of whole world.

Samsara: Alright, alright. I admit there was some PDA.

Inner voice: You're darn right there was. Don't forget the little episode on the patio of that restaurant.

Samsara: Oh, lighten up. That was just a peck!

Inner voice: Fine. I just hope none of those 8 million college kids out there was one of your student workers. What kind of example was that to set?

Samsara: Okay. You and I both know college kids. They don't need to see me being an idiot to think it's fine for them to do it.

Inner voice: *sigh*

Samsara: But what do I do now?

Inner voice: Oh, I see. Now you want my help. Last night you gave me all that tequila and told me to beat it.

Samsara: I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have sent you away like that. Just tell me what to do.

Inner voice: Alright, look. He's not a bad guy. He's nice, he's not ugly. Why not just go with the flow, act normal, and if necessary, you can give the "let's just be friends" speech.

Samsara: You think that will work?

Inner voice: Why not? And keep in mind: he was drinking, too. Maybe he's getting a talking-to from his inner voice right now.

Samsara: You're right. Should I call him?

Inner voice: Yeah, I think you should. That would be the polite thing to do. You both said you're going out of town for the holiday, so you can call Tuesday evening when you get back. Just thank him for Friday night and see what happens.

Samsara: Okay. But what if he thinks we've started something and he's all "personal" at work? People will know.

Inner voice: From what I could tell before I was unceremoniously dismissed, I think you can trust him to be discreet. And if he's not, you can tell him to be. Not that hard, really.

Samsara: That's true. Well, I guess I'll enjoy the rest of the weekend and face next week when it comes.

Inner voice: Yeah, and lay off the margaritas for a while. Dummy.