Blind Dates...

I haven't had any, but my good friend and awesome writer Virginia Vitzthum is looking for your blind date stories for a book project.

In her words; "funny, bizarre blind date stories. Tales with happy endings are welcome, but let's face it, terrible dates usually make better stories. I'd especially like stories of dates set up by mutual friends or family (or even a matchmaker), though great online-dating stories are welcome, too. They can be short or long, however long it takes. (I'm guessing these will be stories you've told before.) I will change names and details to disguise you, and I will edit the writing, so don't worry about polishing it."

Check out virginiavitzthum.com for more information.

Weekend

T/A's birthday was on Friday. Happy Birthday T/A! To celebrate, she threw a great party at a Brooklyn bar. There was popcorn, pizza and cupcakes. I also got to meet a bunch of T/A's friends. Then we spent Saturday afternoon together watching TV. It was a great reminder of how nice it is to just hang with someone you really dig.

Birthday Weekend

This was just one of the birthday surprises awaiting me at T/A's place on Saturday night. I also got a bag of goodies including Dark Chocolate, tissues, hair ties, cool stickers, temporary pirate tattoos and fucshcia Bingo markers from CVS, you know, because I'm so old now...

Weekend

On Saturday night, I went to see my friend Jenn Lindsay perform at Sidewalk Cafe. Jenn is one of my favorite musicians and one of a handful of singer/songwriters whose work I really enjoy. So I was honored when she wanted to turn my poem "Reasons to Stop" into a song. I've always had a hard time hearing other people read my work, I think it's a control thing, but I trusted Jenn's instincts and I was interested to hear her interpretaion. She sent me an mp3 of the song a few weeks ago and on Saturday she played it live for the first time. Jenn changed some of the verses around and added a few lines to make it flow. It's really well done and it was fun to hear my words in song form.

The song also gave me the chance to show off a bit to Tall & Adorable who accompanied me to the show. T/A seemed impressed and squeezed my leg as the song was being played. In the past, I've wooed dates with my own readings and performances, so it was interesting to do this through a third party.

Further wooing occurred when we returned to her home and a mouse was caught in a trap beneath her stove. T/A has been having a mouse problem in her apartment and is a bit wary of mice. I'm no fan of rodents myself, but I volunteered to do the deed and with the help of rubber gloves and a plastic bag, I was able to remove the poor critter.

My Cynicism Takes A Night Off

I had a lovely, normal date on Friday with someone who shares my disdain for certain folksingers as well as my squeamishness about mayonnaise. We have other dislikes in common, but these are two standouts. Dinner was consumed in a mature setting and included a chocolate souffle and nice conversation. I successfully accessorized with cleavage and didn't spill on myself, accidentally break any glassware or say something idiotic.

Since she, who will be known here as Tall and Adorable, had picked the restaurant, I suggested we head to the local dyke bar afterwards. I figured we could continue our conversation in the backyard and possibly get some smooching started. When we got there we ran into a group of people we knew and joined a lively, raunchy conversation already in progress. As odd as it should have been to take part in a roundtable sex discussion during a first date, it seemed pretty natural and easy-going. Smooching, in a semi-private setting ensued, followed by more conversation with the sexy group, then more smooching. We parted at the cab stand.

There are tentative plans for next week. You will be notified.