First, where I’ve been.
I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything. I was busy planning a film premiere that went really well. We’re currently workshopping our next narrative film and hammering out a contract for a short documentary.
Then I have this paper to put together every couple weeks. It gets better every issue, I promise. I’ve even managed to write a few articles in the paper myself over the past months.
On Oct. 1 my beautiful niece, Sarah Anne was born so I had some serious family time. Big E even taught me how to make tamales. They were so delicious! My roommates and I couldn’t stop eating them. Plus, they let me do tons of homework while I was visiting and I finally got caught up.
Second, the other stories.
There’s even a theme! All my stories today are about men (boys?).
Up first is Man-boy.
He is fairly young, especially for the men I’m usually interested in. We work together and I knew he was interested months ago. We went on one coffee date and it didn’t go very well. He’s one of those guys who I like as a person and I think he’s a good friend, but when it comes to attraction there is absolutely nothing between us.
I thought we were being friends and hanging out (as in drinking a couple beers and no physical contact every couple weeks) until I found out he told Ice we’re dating. I’m not really sure how to handle that. I think the conversation will go like this:
“Hey Man-boy, you know we’re not dating, right?”
Man-boy looks at me like I’m crazy.
“Because that would actually require you asking me out on a real date, physical attraction and spending time alone together. Three things that don’t exist in this relationship.”
Man-boy will either yell or leave. And it’s quite possible he’ll quit, which means I’m left doing his job and mine. Ah, me. Grown up responsibilities.
So this week I get to break up with someone I didn’t even know I was dating.
Then there’s Ghost.
I liked Ghost awhile back and I still kind of do. We had a more or less non-existent relationship. We liked each other, but neither of us was willing to make any effort to actually be in a relationship. At best, you could say we functioned as each other’s booty call.
Then Ghost moved and I thought, “Well that’s that. It was interesting-kind of wish it could’ve been something more.”
Although in a different city, Ghost hasn’t moved on. He text me the other day and wants things to go right back to how they were-only long distance. I’m not sure I’m okay with that.
What do I say? “Hey, I’m feeling more emotionally stable then I was nine months ago. So I’m not really up for that shitty feeling being a booty call leaves me with anymore. But if you want to try an actual relationship then I’m on board.” I can see it now like a romantic comedy directed by Quentin Tarantino with slightly less blood.
And finally, there’s T.
I actually like T. We met a few months ago and when he first asked me out, I said, “no.” It was a bad time for me emotionally because of Ghost and I was out of town. Then he asked me out again and the second time, I said, “yes.”
The date was great! We had a good time. We talked about everything from football to religion. We bonded over fried pickles, barbecue chicken wings and beer, pretty much the perfect Salty City date. I was totally ready for date number two.
And then he tells Facebook, “I really wish I could get over a girl.” Awesome! At least when he never called, I wasn’t surprsied just disappointed.
So between filmmaking, editing, writing, school, work and kind of-ish dating I haven’t had much time for talking about food. I promise I still eat, I love beer and I’ve gotten really good at reheating leftovers in the microwave.