On Splitting (2) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Saturday night was my friend and former travelmate, Bob’s photography exhibit. Such greatness! Especially since I was with him when he took a lot of the photos! I ended up buying six prints, all of them giving me either fond memories or a warm feeling. I think my favorite two are actually abstract shots of colored glass. They’re going in my living room. Two for the dining room: a great perspective shot of a row of columns in Milan, and a shot through the wrought iron bars in Dean’s Yard at Westminster Abbey. And then two for my bedroom: swans in flight at a park in London (right before one of them crashed into a tree!!), and a picket fence at some bay in Northern California.

Becca and I actually went together. It was so nice to go out with her again. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed her. Even if the conversation did turn to work several times during the evening (something I have to try really hard to avoid with Becca).

We went to a great little balcony bar after Bob’s show. Drank some sort of chocolate milk-like drink. Yummy. Some guy kept calling them Chocolate MuMus, and kept buying them for us too! He was darling. Tall and sunny with dimpled cheeks and a cleft chin. Deep, beautiful voice. Friendly as anything.

But I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the barback! Yep! The barback!! He looked so much like Sam, the love of my life. The guy I dated for six years who ran away to France and brought back a young, French bride. Gah. Just stunningly handsome. Becca started talking to him for me. Turns out, he only barbacks on the weekends. He was playing catch-up from being laid off for a while.

Becca was tipsy enough to try to get his phone number, but he told us that he has a girlfriend. Drat.

I ended up giving Mr. Chocolate MuMu my number. Didn’t even remember doing it until I started writing it down! I think Becca and I invited him to a party this weekend. A friend is turning 40, and her party is overtaking this funky little hole-in-the-wall patio bar. And overtake is an understatement. Birthday Girl already has over 150 “accepts” to hear invitation. The place actually holds about 100! But I think the patio will be fine. Just don’t know if there’s going to be room to squeeze one more person! Sorry, Mr. Chocolate MuMu!

Damn. It was hard to get up on Sunday too. Lolled in bed as long as the cat would let me. Finally got up and hopped on the comp.

Oh man. Something I forgot to mention in my diary (been forgetting important chunks of information lately—shame on me!). Um. I’m gonna get in trouble for this………

I bought a plane ticket to visit LDL.

*ducks*

That’s right. I’m going to Berkeley (that’s where he lives now) in August.

Why?

I guess it was a fit of lonliness. I’m so fucking lonely, people.

More on that later, I’m sure. I don’t feel like writing about it right now. I’m obviously avoiding the issue. It’s easy to do. August seems so far away right now that I haven’t had time to freak out.

Aneeeey-way. What made me think of it was that LDL popped on and we chatted for a while. Nice convo. I don’t know. Ek. Writing it down is starting to make me freak in the teensiest way.

Changing subject.

Sunday night found me at the Mexican patio bar. Um. Did I write that I was going to stop hanging out at bars so much? Well, not really. My big concern is the alcohol abuse. I was actually pretty good over the weekend, and especially last night.

Went with Lovely L. and her next door neighbor, Scott. I think I wrote briefly about Scott, but not sure if I filled in the details from last weekend when I let Scott run his fingers through my hair (mmmmmmm….my most favorite thing in the whole, wide world).

Just went back and looked. I didn’t fill in those particulars. And I’m getting tired, and I don’t have the energy to fill in the particulars right now. Let’s just say that Scott has made it known to me that I don’t HAVE to be lonely. That he would like to date me. That he could make me feel good. And I’ll be damned if Scott isn’t one of the cutest boys I know right now. And he’s sweet and charming and funny.

AND…he thinks I’M funny and cute and charming!!!

But I think that even though Lovely is seeing someone very regularly, she really likes Scott too. I think I’d upset her if I dated him.

But you may remember, several entries back….Lovely is the one who, along with my other friend Anna, got frisky all over that kid that I brought home (oh, too weary to recount that one too…go back and look for yourself).

Um. Let’s just say that Lovely suggested that we both have fun with Scott. And that is just making my head reel right now. Because I’m halfway thinking that it just might be……incredibly delicious.

I’m delirious.

I’m going to bed.