Thursday, February 01, 2007
Been a little bit since I posted. Just going to ramble about the last month or so and the goings on so please, buckle up and bear with me......have been seriously dating San Fran. He was in town a couple weeks ago throwing red flags left and right. He is good looking. He is smart. He makes good money. He likes to party. A lot. Not necessarily a bad thing but I am not sure how I feel about dating someone that cannot handle their alcohol as well as I do (those of you that know me are saying a communal, Uh Ohhhhhh right now). The last night he was in LA was interesting...the Bears vs. Sea Hawks game (he is originally from Seattle and broke up with me roughly six times during the game). We went to the Fox and Hound, he started drinking early.....I did not. Bears win!!! (insert Bears fight song here) and we ended our day at the Green Frog. He was buzzy, but in a cute way. Initially. We were talking to a couple of guys at the bar. Nice guys, cool and interesting. One was a casting agent, and of course I asked him if he could make me a star. Anyway, San Fran got increasingly fucked up and began, how shall we put this, um....acting out. Started saying stuff about how we were going to go home and fuck. He loves me. He is going to marry me. ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME??? WANT A PIECE OF THIS?!?!!??! At one point he lost track of his drink and climbed up on the bar....now mind you he is a big and muscly guy. I grabbed his arm and literally braced myself against the bar by planting my feet on the base and throwing my ENTIRE body weight backward while pulling on his arm. I got him down. Phew. He did it Again!!! Sweaty and exhausted from my struggle, I asked for the bill so we could get out of there. The casting agent said, "So, where did you meet this guy? The Internet?!!??" Har DE har...we all had a good laugh and I paid the tab and left. San Fran was hammered but wanted more alcohol and insisted we stop at the liquor store on the way home. I stayed outside and had a smoke until an inordinate amount of time seemed to pass and I surmised I should go inside and see what the hell (could be anything at this point in my mind) was going on. I walked inside to find the clerk arguing with San Fran about his purchases, he was buying non alcoholic beer. The clerk, I assume accessing his inebriation, was arguing FOR alcoholic beer.....once again, only in LA my friends.....I cleared up the error and we began the short walk home. At one point, San Fran stepped into a mud puddle and started fighting with it. "Don't you know who I am?!?!?!? How DARE you!! I am San Fran!" Honestly, I would like to say that it was a first for one of my paramours to fight with an inanimate object....but sadly it is not. We FINALLY get back to my place, and now San Fran is feeling randy. He aggressively shoved his hand down my pants and I shut him down. I later referred to this as his attempt at making meatloaf. Ow. At this point, he pulled the Donald Trump on me and told me, "You're Fired!!" Done. If I wouldn't do it with him that was it. Deep sigh. No. Go to bed. I know you won't remember this tomorrow. And he didn't. I did. I am going to visit him next weekend. What is wrong with me? He is GU (geographically undesirable) and crazy when he drinks. But he is fun. And hung. Is this what it has come to? What is it about me that attracts this and makes it ok? Wonder why I have been quiet? Reflection is a solitary business. There is more from the last month....I just cannot go there tonight.