The Odd and the Outcast in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I have my phone set up to send me a daily horoscope via text message. Today’s said, “You attract the odd and the outcast. What you do once you have them in your court needs refining.”

L.A. was fast, fairly frantic, and actually turned out pretty decent, though it didn’t start that way. Tuesday morning, I rushed to the airport only to find that my flight had been cancelled. They put me on another one that got me into LAX two hours later than planned. That meant I had to work later. Eh. No biggie, really. I was just going to have to rush to get ready for my date.

I wasn’t really watching the clock, so I barely noticed that I had run around all over town until my feet started hurting and I started dragging around 8:30.

At that point it became quite obvious that the date wasn’t going to happen. No surprises there, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed a little. I just don’t get why a guy would go to so much trouble to flirt for about an hour, program my name and number into his phone, and then drop the whole thing right then and there. Especially since I was coming cross-country to his neighborhood. Guess it’s just that I made it too easy, huh. Screw it.

I was tired anyway. So I wearily drove to the hotel in Santa Monica, checked in, and took a long, soothing, steamy shower. Then it was off to the Viceroy to treat myself to a much needed martini.

The bar was pretty quiet, and that was fine. Had some small talk with the guys sitting next to me, and then I started talking with another guy (let’s call him A.) who’d come up behind me to order some special kind of vodka…made from grapes….and I can’t remember the name of it. Maybe he can help me out by leaving a note.

Uh yeah. I told A. about my diary.

Not sure exactly what came over me, and I’m not going to leave too many details at this juncture. Let’s just say that the urge to tell a complete stranger about all of my personal little issues was overwhelming for some reason. So I gave him the website name and my Ginger Snap name and basically invited him to read all about it.

How strange is that? I’ve gone for years without telling anyone. Not even Best Bud. ESPECIALLY not Best Bud. So why would I do that? Why? I don’t get it. But I did it. And that’s that.

Hi A.! Thanks for meeting me for coffee yesterday.

I will say this though: I don’t think I’ll ever do that again. Because when A. met me yesterday for coffee, he told me that he read my last entry. And the realization kind of hit me. And it was such a bizarre and awkward feeling. I hope I didn’t make him feel uncomfortable…you know, laying all that shit right out there.

Oh well. I’d still love for him to note anyway. And I’m glad we met. And I had fun at the Thai place where we ordered about eight thousand and fifty plates of food at 2 am!

Isn’t life wonderful?!

I don’t think my horoscope is necessarily true. It’s not that I attract the odd and the outcast. I think it’s really that I am the odd and the outcast.

Now, if I could only figure out the “refining” part.