Home Story, Interrupted in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Written last night before crashing:

First night in my new place and already I’m finding out that my neighbors are LOUD!! I heard a screaming female orgasm at 6:45 this evening… Hey. I’m all for the female orgasm, as long as it’s MINE. Someday I might just have to give her a run for her money. Or not…

Other than that, I adore my new place. Really. I know I write that every time I move (4th time in as many years), but I really dig it here. I have an amazing downtown skyline view, lots of sunlight, and the most gorgeous 100-year-old hardwood floors ever. I feel like dancing down the hallway every time I walk through.

Written this morning after a peaceful night’s sleep:

Aah, that’s better. Things quieted down after little Cha Cha’s sex scene last night. Now I’m just dying to meet the neighbors. I’m wondering what kind of a man could make a woman howl like a dog. I seriously thought it was a dog crying at first. Funny, I didn’t hear a peep out of him during the whole ordeal.

Coffee’s ready.

So the move was an experience. Particularly, finding this place. Well, not really this place, per se. I’ve actually been here before. It’s a long story. But let’s just say that I knew about this building for years. You know I love old buildings that have history…a story, a past life. This building is over 100 years old. It was an old distribution center for a giant department store. And my friend Matt used to live here. In fact, I met him here in this building. And I’ve already broken the building in. I’ve gone to parties; I’ve visited the galleries; I’ve had coffee in the café downstairs, and I’ve kissed on the rooftop. I knew it was a great place to visit…now I live here!

But yes, the house hunt part was interesting. Because I wanted to look at some other places too, just to make sure I really wanted to live in this building. So I had a woman who specializes in loft-finding help me out. Long story, but as she and I were talking about things in this little bistro, a man who was a former client came up and started talking with her. They exchanged business cards, and I didn’t think anything about it.

A little while later, as Loft Lady and I were talking, her phone rang and she took the call. She chatted a bit with whomever, and then hung up. She then turned to me and told me that it was the guy we’d just saw, and that he was interested. So she gave me his card. I was flattered, but a little overwhelmed. We went on with our day, looking at several different places…all day long.

When 5:00 rolled around, I guess he thought she was done with me, so he called her again. I could hear them talking a little bit about real estate, and then I heard her say, “Oh yeah, she’s standing right here with me. I’m going to let you talk to her.”

And then she handed me the phone!

We were both so embarrassed, and he was all flustered on the phone, so he said, “Let’s make it easy on the both of us…would you like to have coffee with me sometime?”

And I said yeah.

Crap. I’m going to have to finish this later. I need to do some stuff. Sorry.