Friday Night

I got to meet one of my readers last night. We’d been corresponding occasionally via e-mail over the last couple of months, and when my birthday rolled around, he told me he had a “Buffy”-related birthday present for me. As he lives in New York, I suggested we meet up, so last night we had a couple of drinks together.

And he gave me the coolest birthday present! It’s a CD of the tracks from the “Buffy” musical episode, complete with CD cover art! Awesome!

We had an enjoyable time and some good, enlightening conversation. It’s always interesting to hear a civilian’s take on the blogging world. My favorite story, though, was how he told a friend of his that he was going to be meeting me, and how they surfed on over to my site so he could show his friend what my site’s all about, and how the very first sentence on my page that day was, “Last night I had an orgasm at a urinal.” Greeeeeat. “You sure you want to meet this guy?” his friend must have said to him.

Anyway, I hope he found the evening worthwhile. I had a very nice time, and I think perhaps I’ve made a new friend.

In other news —

I’m kind of bummed about something. Er, someone. The guy I met last Sunday.

We chatted on Monday evening, and he invited me to lunch sometime this weekend. A few days went by, and then on Thursday night I called him to arrange plans. I got his voicemail, so I left a message. I didn’t hear back from him.

So I called him again last night, suggesting we get together Saturday (today), because Sunday (tomorrow) I’m having brunch with some very special people. And I still haven’t heard back from him. And here it is, Saturday, lunchtime.

I haven’t even seen him online in the last few days. He’s been completely incognito. I don’t get it.

Maybe he’s dead. Maybe he had a family emergency. Maybe, to paraphrase Billy Crystal in “When Harry Met Sally,” he desperately wants to talk to me but he’s trapped under something heavy. Maybe he knows about my website and he was freaked out to read what I thought about him. Maybe he’s a jerk. Maybe he has amnesia. Maybe he works for the CIA. I have no fucking clue.

So, like, whatever.

On the other hand, I do have an Internet date tonight. Yes, a real date thing. Not a sex thing. A date thing. Jewish, around my age, cute-looking. We shall see. I’m gonna continue to try out my new non-jumping-into-bed-with-people lifestyle. Of course, if I do jump into bed with him, I’m not necessarily gonna write about it here.

Strange as it may seem, I don’t reveal everything here that I do or think or feel. Just lots of it.

Mwahahahaha.
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