Nuttin. in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

I had beer and jello shots for breakfast. A chicken breast, chips, queso, and more beer for lunch. And a big peanut butter cookie for dinner, washed down with a diet Coke.

Yes my friends, I went to a football game today. It was fun. Victorious. I’m drained.

I go back to my home-away-from-home (New York) tomorrow afternoon and realized that I left my carry-on suitcase at the office. So I’ll have to pack my little gym bag with my gear and repack at work tomorrow. Fun.

I haven’t written about this, but last time I was in NY I had about an hour and ½ to goof off and took a walk in Central Park. I sat down on a park bench next to a water fountain. Various people came by to take drinks. A guy walking a dog stopped at the fountain and filled a plastic baggie with water and then sat down on the next bench to give his dog a drink from the baggie. The dog wouldn’t drink, but instead chose to pick and gnaw at something that was stuck to the paved pathway. I laughed. He rolled his eyes and said it was like having a kid.

We started a great conversation that ended in a phone number exchange. He asked if I would be interested in having a drink next time I was in town. I told him that it would be nice.

Welllll. I haven’t heard from him, and I’m not sure if I should call him for a couple of reasons: (1) Even though he asked for my number, I wonder if he was really interested or just being polite, and (2) I’ll be in the city with a co-worker and I know she’ll want to go out with me. I don’t think she’d mind having a guest participant, but I don’t know. We’ve actually had some fun together and should probably do a bit more co-worker bonding. She sometimes has a stick up her butt at the office, but get her out of those harsh fluorescent lights and cubicle walls and look out! She was the one who went with me to the Viceroy in L.A. when we had the semi-adventure with the record label honchos.

I think what I’ll do is just wait until we’re there and see what the vibe is like.

The great e-mail debacle of last week has not yet been straightened out. I should explain a bit. I was goofing off with Dude (the guy who came to see me back in February…the week after Canuck’s visit), and he was sending me a bunch of websites to look at. He does most of his shopping online, so he was asking for my opinion on some articles of clothing.

Meanwhile, Sports Guy had come back from the US Open and had gotten me a hat to give to my dad (I’d asked him to get one as a favor cuz my dad loves to wear caps on his bald head and I try to get him hats from various locations…and I’d forgotten to pick one up when I was at the open myself). So. He e-mailed in his annoying excessive punctuative way: “i have your hat…how do you want to get it???????????????” I shit you not. So I forwarded the note to Dude, and he and I went back and forth as to Sports Guy’s story (I went on and on about how annoying he was, etc.).

I then replied to Sports Guy, thanking him and asking him if he wanted to meet so I could get the hat.

Sports Guy replied with, “when???????????????????????????”

And I forwarded it to Dude, with a comment about how painful this whole series of e-mails was, and then a comment on the last very gay article of clothing that he’d linked for me to check out. But when I pressed the send button, I realized that I accidentally REPLIED to Sports Guy’s note instead of actually forwarding it to Dude!

Just another one of my stunningly smooth moves of late.

Of course, when I realized what I’d done, I immediately sent another note to Sports Guy trying desperately to cover up by explaining that I was trying to give fashion advice to a friend and that the note had nothing to do with him and apologized for any confusion.

Nothing back from Sports Guy. At all.

Damn. There goes the hat. Maybe I should order one online.

Speaking of ordering online, I got an e-mail from the speed dating people. Remember that painful experience that I had back in…whenever? They are having a special party for the “top 10%” of their customers. I guess the ones who got the most picks or something. Anywhoodle. It’s in October, and I think I’m just desperate enough to give this thing one more try.

Why do I do this to myself?

I got nuttin else. I’m going to crawl into my jammies and read until my eyes close and the cat curls up on my tummy.