What a waste

You know, I was all in turmoil convincing myself that I should give Goldy a chance. What a waste of time that was. He hasn't even called. Jackass.

Things I didn't do today

1. Finish verifying the copy record information of some closed-stacks items.
2. Ask Cherie for a report of what titles are showing 'on order'.
3. Wash dishes.
4. Buy groceries.
5. Exercise.
6. Refrain from speaking negatively about a coworker.
7. Call the apartment leasing office to renew my lease.

All I need is just a little patience

I have had two fantastic conversations with Etch. Saturday night (actually Sunday morning) he called and we talked for close to two and a half hours. He is so funny. We talked about so much stuff, most of it completely off the wall. As a result of one our topics, he's supposed to etch me a glass with a picture of Thomas Jefferson. He's got Frankenstein toys he said I could play with, as long as I don't rearrange them. We only got off the phone because his phone was dying. There's no telling how long we would have talked otherwise. Still no date, though. We talked about seeing a movie, named a couple we'd like to see, but nothing definite.

He called tonight and we talked for an hour. More getting-to-know-you this time, but still some off-the-wall stuff, too. This time he said that we won't be able to go out until he finishes this big etching order he's got. He wants it done by the end of the month. As of tonight, he's got 350 of 1000 pieces done. I hate waiting.

I can never just take the situation at face value: he's got work to do and a pressing deadline. Instead, I think maybe something's up. Last weekend, when I returned his call on Saturday night, he didn't answer. And when he called Monday night, he said he had been sick all weekend. At the end of our conversation this Saturday night, he said he'd call me on Sunday. He didn't call until tonight and said that he had slept all day Sunday. Put those facts together with the fact that the movie date has been all talk, and it means he has no intention of taking me out. He's just putting it off until I give up. See? It's all right there in black and white. Okay, it's actually between the black and white. But that's the same thing, right?

I'm getting on my nerves. Make me just enjoy the conversations, have a good time, and not get all worked up.

*Clarification*
When I said,"He's putting it off until I give up," I didn't meant that I've been pestering him about taking me out. I never bring it up, actually. What I mean is that he'll keep putting it off until I decide I don't want to talk to him anymore.

Surrendered single vs. Gold-zilla

I was brushing up on the advice I got in my Surrendered Single book. I love this book, and I realized that I haven't been following the author's instructions lately.

First off, I'm supposed to smile at every man I see. She says to flirt, too, but I'm more judicious with that one. Smiling and saying hello is fun. It's neat to see the guys sort of caught off guard and then pleased that I've spoken to them. I'm sure it's an ego boost for them. (Not because of me. I'm not that conceited.) They're probably thinking that they're so irresistible, women can't help but talk to them.

The next advice is to accept dates from guys I wouldn't normally go out with. This way, I get the confidence generated from feeling desirable and I get the practice and experience of dating. And most importantly, I'm giving guys a chance when I may have overlooked them for some shallow reason.

This brings us to Goldy. When I re-read that part of the book, I remembered Goldy. I met him the same night I met Frenchy. While I was practically pulling my hair out waiting for Frenchy to call, Goldy called at least three times and asked to get together. I just put him off. I said I'd call and I never did (karma, anyone?). Do you want to know why I put him off? Go ahead, ask me. The reason is that ... he's got a gold tooth!! That's right. In 2006, this guy's left front tooth is gold. V described it perfectly: tacky.

Here comes the ironic part: Goldy called Friday night. This time when he asked when he could see me, I said next weekend. He seems like a nice enough guy, he's clearly interested. He's attractive with his mouth closed. If I think about it hard enough, I really don't have a good reason for not seeing him at least once. How can I complain about how guys never call when here's one who does, and I don't respond?

Etch-a-Sketch

After a couple of missteps over the weekend, I talked to Etch-a-Sketch tonight.

That first phone call is always so weird. You know, you meet, you're both pretty tipsy, you have a good time talking, exchange numbers. But then, in real life on the phone, it's not the same. The boozy chemistry isn't there. There's no liquid courage to lower inhibitions.

Anyway, it wasn't really a disappointment. It was a decent conversation after all. He mentioned owing me a movie, but didn't attempt to make real plans. The call ended with his vague mention of giving me a call later in the week. Perhaps he will. I won't die if he doesn't.

Labelling myself

I'm finally up to the exercises portion of my Shyness book. This next one requires input from friends.

I had to come up with a list of 10 words, phrases, and traits that describe me best. Here goes:

1. a good listener
2. pretty
3. shy
4. loyal
5. caring
6. harsh/critical
7. impatient
8. funny
9. lazy
10. quiet

Next, I had to rank them in "importance" from 1 to 10. I didn't understand that, so I skipped it.

Last, I had to ask a friend which are the two most and the two least characteristic of me. So, friends who read this: What do you think?

The pick-up artist

I saw the biggest pick-up tonight at the watering hole. I guess the woman wasn't really an artist, as it was so obvious that she was picking this guy up. I wonder if it was obvious to him. She was in her mid-to-late forties. He was in his late twenties with a french accent (ooh-la-la).

Her line? "Hey. Hey. Do you know anything about cell phones?" Nevermind that the bar is next door to a T-Mobile store. He moved over, she asked what it means when it says "my profile," and it went on from there. When I looked over later, they were talking softly, and they were so close that the bill of his cap was touching her forehead.

Rock on, old lady!