One Rainy Saturday in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

It’s Saturday evening, and I’ve been here at the office since noon, doing this half-work/half-procrastination thing that I’m so familiar with during this time of year.

I guess it’s good to have a weekend in town, but I sure do wish I’d be more productive with it. I’m going to have to come back into the office tomorrow as well as next weekend too, since I’m headed to Miami next week for some more research.

But it’s been fun cruising the internet and finding some great graphic ideas for my next presentation. I guess it wasn’t too terrible a bout of laziness, but I need to get several sketches done tonight. Why didn’t I just grab my computer and take it home with me, hmmm? Because I’d probably just sit in front of the TV instead of work, I suppose.

I’ve been back in touch with Q., the sometimes asshole writer I’ve crushed on for months. Everyone tells me to stay away from him, but there’s just something about him… I wish I could pinpoint it. Fascination? Curiosity? Lust? I’d say it’s a combination of the three.

And I guess after my last weekend with Movie Director, I’ve been a little concerned about my sex drive. Am I losing it, or was it simply a lack of chemistry that was keeping me from getting worked up?

So I sent Q. an e-mail before I got off work last night. I simply asked him if he wanted to go to dinner with me. And he quickly responded that he was just about to get in touch with me to see if I wanted to go to a reception at his friend’s gallery and then get something to eat. Perfect.

So I drove by his place and picked him up. Hadn’t seen him in months, and it was so funny—I was really happy to see him (even though I tried to play it off). I mean, kind of like giddy. Weird.

Went to the gallery and said our hellos, drank some champagne, enjoyed the exhibit immensely (well, I did anyway…it was a couple of artists who have designed this incredible wallpaper—at $175/yard, it should be incredible, right? Yes, it was!). And then exited fairly quickly.

Dinner was fun (messy barbeque), and I’ve figured out that Q. is either less of a jackass to me now, or I just “get” him more that I used to. Because I had such a fantastic time with him. Not only was he making me laugh, but he was actually complementing me on all kinds of things: what I was wearing, funny things I was saying, my work, etc.

After dinner, we got coffee. After coffee, we went back to his place.

I’d never seen his place before. And I guess I now know why. The place is quite…um….interesting. He definitely lives a starving artist/creative lifestyle. In other words, the place (basement apartment) was completely trashed. How I could have possibly been charmed is beyond me, but I was in a strange way.

We watched Napoleon Dynamite, and I belly-laughed the whole way through.

And then we kissed. At first, I was getting upset that I was having trouble getting butterflies. I thought, oh great! I knew it! My sex drive really IS dead!

But then, the chemical reaction kicked in. And I knew that’s what it was. We have sparks, Q. and I. The kind of sparks that are really rare, and the kind of sparks that I don’t have for Movie Director, and that’s such a damn shame. But what can you do?

I was tired, but Q. didn’t want to say goodbye just yet, so we went to his favorite bar and drank beer until they kicked us out.

As much as I don’t want to, I really like Q.

OK. Jen just called. She’s been in LA all week too—though we missed each other as we were working on different projects. She and her boyfriend just broke up, like a half-hour ago! And she wants to go out tonight to drown her sorrows, even though she doesn’t sound sad at all.

I better get out of this office so I can go get ready.

I’ll be back here tomorrow. Probably doing the same old procrastination routine again!

NO! No I won’t!! But I might check in for a second.