oh - 2 more quick notes

1) Last night at the pub I had the ultimate in terrible Hanover moments. 4 of us were going on hour 5 of drinking, the bar was clearing out, and who should come in but Levon (aka hot musician). He looks absolutely ridiculous in a pinstripe suit, Christmas tie, still wearing sunglasses at night in doors.

He came over to say hi but sensed the table was not very receptive. I felt compelled to at least go say hello to him (he was sitting at the bar alone), but had to be very conscious that New Boy was around and I didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

I went up and he tried for the hug, begged me to come sit and have a drink with him..blah blah blah. Did I mention he was going in and out of a British accent and told me he was wearing the suit because he had gone to a musical performance (silly me for thinking it could have been for a job interview now that he has moved back to Hanover and is living with his parents).

At the end of the night we were going to leave and New Boy and Levon were basically standing next to each other. My friends blew right past this to the door (thanks guys!) so I had to awkwardly maneuver through this. Basically I told Levon to take care, and then gave New Boy a big hug (because he can't resist me, to which he replied "you're right, I can't"). (Cue swooning).

2) I am sitting here writing this around 11 pm and the doorbell rings. Psycho Roomate is standing there with her keys but had her hands full and didn't feel like opening the door. Isn't that the definition of self-centered? She started to launch into a tirade about how she got her 2nd parking ticket in 1 week and her parents are pissed....I kept walking. But seriously, please let me come and open the door for you when your hands are full - normal people aren't sleeping by 11....

The Birthday Post - Finally

I know I know..better late than never right?

So last Saturday we had my ridiculous party. The night started with KP and I making tacos at my place, and then we headed over to Minglefest 2010, which was my friend hosting a pre-party at his place. We played pong, drinking games, boozed..ya know, standard.

Then we headed off to the main event - Elekstravaganza! There is this insanely ridiculous nightclub in West Lebanon called Elektra - the kind of place with blacklights, mirrored walls, and catwalks above the dance floor for women to dance on. LOVE IT. We decided to up the ante and rented out the VIP lounge for the night. $150 for our own private lounge (but don't worry, we could still look down on everyone else), a bottle of liquor, a private bartender, and the ability to make ridiculous comments involving "Oh hi, I'm a VIP!".

Had a great time dancing, a TON of people showed up (like maybe 30+), and a lot of the psych department who would never be caught dead at something like this rallied and showed up for me. So that made me feel super special. I think the best part of the night was that everyone had fun, nobody got hammered, nobody went home crying - it was just a great night with absolutely no drama. This was exactly the sort of night I wanted.

Another pretty awesome part of the night involves a brand new, wonderful guy who has found his way into my life. This guy works at a local bar because he is original from Hanover and is hanging out while he waits to head to grad school in September. I am officially naming him NEW BOY. I actually met him a few weeks ago when I was working on some guy who I ended up going home and sleeping with. Half-way through the night New Boy had come over and I had definitely felt the attraction, but I was preoccupied with hot/selfish lover, so I didn't act on it.

Last Friday a bunch of us went back to the bar and New Boy was working again. He was coming over and chatting with us throughout the night, hung out with us after his shift ended, and I invited him to come to my birthday party.

Surprise surprise, he actually came to my birthday (which I think took a lot of guts - go to some party for a girl you barely know with all her friends). He was such a great guy the whole night - he kept complimenting me, trying to be cool with my friend, showing me he was interested but without being needy and getting in my face, and he even bought a $100 bottle of liquor for my friends. Who does that! In some ways I felt sort of bad, because I was totally pulled in 1,000 directions and felt like I was ignoring him.

We had a great kiss at the end of the night, and exchanged texts and emails the days after. Tuesday night we went back to the bar (a) because it was $2.50 pint night and (b) because he was working, and it was more wonderful flirtation.

So to summarize: New Boy is cute, funny, smart, down to earth, and only 24 (take a moment, no I didn't write those numbers backwards, he is actually younger than me). We are going on our first date Sunday, so I musn't get too far ahead of myself, but he is a really great guy and I hope to write lots of blog posts about him.

Other than that things are fairly standard. Work is killing any part of my soul that remained, I am going out and having a good time anyway, and the new roomate is still a Psycho. Also, the German roomate and her lesbian girlfriend have been eating tuna for every single meal - and I think this is entirely giggle-worthy.

Conversation Overheard Today

KP and I went to a diner this morning to recover from the birthday party (will post about that later, too tired tonight) and were sitting at the counter. A family came in and the mother was working on homework with her young son (maybe 7) when their breakfast came.

Son: (reaches for piece of bacon off mother's plate)
Mother: Never touch a woman's bacon.
Son: Why?
Mother: Because they will kill you.

Simply amazing.

Also, somehow KP and I got dragged into playing on a coed softball team (need 5 girls per game to play, how ridiculous is that?), and we had practice today. The only thing worse then spending 2 hours doing something you hate and suck at, is when you come home and your shin is bruised from grounders and your back/arm is on fire because my throwing form is terrible. Such hate.

Finally, I came back from practice (super exhausted) and walked into awfulness. Psycho Roomate had a friend over and were blasting TV. Also, her bedroom is directly when you walk in/the kitchen area, so there is absolutely no escaping her. I get through that barrage of question. I continue walking and German Roomate is playing really loud German music and singing along with the door open. Fabulous. I hop into the shower, come back out and see that both roomates have their doors closed and it is blissfully quiet. Thank you. I walk into the dark kitchen and the German Roomate's girlfriend is standing in the dark, directly next to the fridge, eating ice cream. Creepy....

I open the fridge and pour some water with the girlfriend about a foot away from my arm, close the fridge door, and slowly back away.

First 10 to Respond Get an Awkward Dinner!

So every week the grad student council sends around an email with all the local events, bands, bar specials etc..pretty sweet right? I was reading it today and I saw that the first 10 people to respond get free pizza and a ticket to the Hurt Locker tonight. Even sweeter!

Per every social event at Dartmouth, the psychology department takes over everything so we made up 4 of the 10 people who came. Also per usual, we grabbed drinks at Canoe Club before.

We get there and all realize there is 1.5 hours allotted for this entirely motley crew to sit and eat pizza and be awkward. Fabulous. One person didn't say a word, two people only spoke about a sentence....so it was 4 of us giggling at the end of the table and everyone else looking at their empty plates and glasses of water.

The Hurt Locker was fantastic. One of those movies that has a point you don't really want to hear, but know that you should. I highly recommend.

One last funny note. I was scanning in the basement with my friend (read: 2 of us have to sit in one place for several hours and are bored) and checked my email and saw that I had a "wink" from match.com. Since I canceled my account 6 months ago, I have no way to contact people but I still get emails with their profile names and pictures. This guy was a grad student at Dartmouth and looked possibly cute, so we did some internet stalking. We found out what he was studying, but couldn't figure out his name (or if he was actually cute), so we dropped it.

I walked in and immediately recognized one of the guys at the dinner as the person from match.com. I was pretty proud of myself for recognizing, but about half-way through the dinner I realized that he had figured it out to. Did I mention this guy is an evolutionary biologist - not exactly the smoothest talkers of the bunch. Thankfully he said nothing, and I said nothing. Oh Hanover, you're so tiny and silly.

Last note. I got home, saw that Psycho Roomate was still awake so I went to my room and half-closed the door. I heard her door open and got up to close mine (what, so sue me?) and immediately heard her knock on my door. I open it up and this is the conversation we had:

Psycho: Hi....
Me: Hello, how can I help you?
Psycho: How are you?
Me: Fine.....what's up?
Psycho: Do you have a printer?
Me: Sorry, I don't actually (points to desk that does not contain printer).
Psycho: Oh, because you see, I am leaving for New York tomorrow afternoon at 1:45, or 2:00-ish, I'm not really sure...and I need to print out my ticket.
Me: (Stares)
Psycho: So yeah, I was hoping to print out my ticket tonight so I can get to my bus at 1:45.
Me: ......well, I really don't have a printer.
Psycho: Yeah, no, that's okay. So how are you doing?
Me: Fine, goodnight (closes door, shudders).

Your prayers are answered: Enter Psycho Roomate # 4

Sigh. I was so thrilled when we found out we weren't getting some random Asian 4th roomate, that I made the mistake of letting myself think maybe I could just assume this would last until I moved out.

Stupid me.

I got an email yesterday afternoon from a girl saying she lived in North Park, hated her terrible international roomates, wanted to check out the empty room. I couldn't ignore it right? I sent the same email in October!

I told her I had totally been there and that she was welcome to come by in the evening, we sent some emails back and forth, she explained that she couldn't come during the evenings and asked that I send housing an email giving her permission to come by whenever. Fine.

My alarm went off at 9 am this morning, and I was lying there thinking when someone opened my bedroom door and walked in. Excuse me?

She closed the door, I stayed in bed for another 15 minutes, got up and threw on a t-shirt and grabbed my toothbrush. I open the door and she is standing there with her mother, directly between myself and the bathroom. She launches into conversation....

Here are the 10000 reasons she hates her roomates, this is where she went to school, this is her mom, this is what kind of roomate she is, this is the program she is studying, these are all the possible people I might know from her program, where did I go to school, what was wrong with my roomate, what program am I in, what are the other roomates like?

Oh My FUCKING God. I haven't brushed my teeth, I need to pee, I am wearing short shorts and a t-shirt with no bra....LET ME GO GET READY!

The bitchy roomate comes home and Psycho Roomate attacks her with questions and I take the opportunity to go get ready. I come out 20 minutes later and bitchy roomate has been cornered by Psycho Roomate (yes, this one gets capital letters) the whole time and looks like she wants to kill everything.

I finally duck out of there and get to work. I kept my composure the whole time, I was informative and friendly but not overly friendly as to make her think I wanted her to continue talking.

I am sitting in my room at 9 pm and I hear Psycho Roomate moving in. Correction, moving in with her mother and "Gary from the Residence Inn in Lebanon". Pardon? As expected from her ridiculous privileged discussion, she has a ton of shit and doesn't think that anything in the apartment is good enough. Fun.

She pops by to talk to me, she finally goes away. I get up to get water and get stuck in the kitchen listening to a story about how her current roomate was bothering her for the key (yes, this was apparently a story, and it took 6 minutes to tell). I go back to my room and shut the door. 20 minutes later, her mother is talking to me outside the door (I told her you can open the door and come in) and felt compelled to tell that they would be coming by tomorrow morning to finish before she (the mother) needs to take a 1 pm flight back. Well, maybe a 1 pm flight, depending on some other factors which were super important to tell me.

I just can't wait for Psycho Roomate to move in, complain, and tell me the every detail of her life that I don't care about. My only hope is that crazy German roomate (who also talks too much) can get lost in discussion with her and I can sneak in and out without being noticed.

Oh, and also annoying, this girl is SOOO angry about her living situation and it actually wasn't all that bad sounding. Yes she had 2 Chinese roomates and 1 Indian roomate, but they all spoke perfect english. Yes they kept a lot of shit in the fridge, but they were vegetarians (no rotting meat everywhere? that's like heaven!). She complained and they cleared out 2 drawers for her to use - I would have killed for 1/2 a drawer!

Overall, she seems very young (just came out of Vassar), extremely coddled by her parents, and just another crazy person who is in this strange program called the "Masters of Liberal Arts and Sciences" that is offered here at Dartmouth.

The Continuing Saga of Levon

okay not really, but I finally have some pictures of him. Not going to post on the blog, but email me if you want a face to the name/ridiculousness.

Post 3 - OMG this party was all of it

While I was sitting in the play last night, I got a text from Levon telling me that he was in Hanover and asking if I was around. I told him I was going to a party at the same place we were at before and would be there around 1. I wasn't really sure that he would show up....

I get to the party at 12:30, and had absolutely no idea what sort of ridiculous crowd would be there since everyone I knew had left for spring break. Party was AMAZING! It was also a catalog of everyone ridiculous I had met over the past 6 months. Actually, even funnier was Awkward Jesus pointing out many of these people, some by blog name, in a really hilarious way.

Babysmoker was there! I was friendly when I saw him and after a few minutes he was like "yeah, I still think you're really awesome, but of course you want nothing to do with me....." Awkward. 5-6 guys who had made really awesomely bad/drunken passes at me over the months were there, and all of them were totally hammered and hoping to give it a second shot. Hilarious. Basically every single group of people I had met were there in some form or another, and it was a really good but ridiculous time. Especially since most people were hammered before I got there.

So KP texted me later in the night to tell me that Levon was at Salt Hill and was heading my way. Oh goody!

He showed up and still looked great, but was dressed in a blazer and hadn't shaved, and he was looking a bit older than I remembered. I had been doing shots, was far from drunk, but was in a playful enough mood to give him some time. We danced for a bit and then went out to the fire pit to talk. I told him I didn't like that he wasn't giving me truthful answers, and we actually had a decent talk and wasn't nearly as crazy as last time. At this point I found out he was 39 (God, do I have an age-group or what?) and that he was unemployed and had basically spent his years touring around Europe and the US and playing music, at times in very large several-thousand people venues (God, do I have a type or what?).

He went to his car and brought back his guitar, at which point I headed inside to pee and got side-tracked (will discuss more on the side-tracking in a bit). He came in a while later, we did a little more dancing, he decided it was 4 am and time to take-off, and we went to go say goodbye at his car (actually, he asked me to come sit inside and listen to a Kate Bush song with him). Here is where it gets interesting.

I looked at the car which was MUCH nicer than before and had a car-seat in it. Hmm...when I have I seen this before (different cars and one has a car-seat). He finally comes clean to me that he is currently getting divorced from his wife of 15 years and has 3 kids, ages 3, 5 and 9. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

I asked if this is why we only made-out the last time, he said yes, I asked if they were officially divorced, he said no but he is no longer wearing his ring and she isn't either. At this point, I wasn't exactly pissed off, but I explained to him that I have been put in a similar position before, and I am really not interested in being dragged into something like this again. He totally accepted this, agreed that it wasn't exactly fair, and told me to give him a call if I wanted to hang out as friends, and that nothing should be awkward or weird when I see him around Hanover or playing gigs. This was actually the most adult thing he had said thus far, and I appreciated that. We might have talked more, but someone needed him to move his car, so it was time for him to get out of there.

....so the question is, how do I keep falling for the same men? or really, how do I keep finding these men? Heavy sigh.

So the last little note of the night which gets back to the "distractedness" referenced earlier. I am waffling back and forth on writing this (mostly because KP reads this) but I think I am going to have to reinstate The Crush as opposed to The Former Crush. More and more I find him coming into my office, offering to pick me up, sending random emails, pulling me aside at a party, pulling me in to dance, etc. Last night as I was walking inside he pulled me onto a couch towards the back and told me that we should take a few shots and bond, because we hadn't bonded enough. Even at the end of the night, he came out and was the one who told Levon he needed him to move his car and asked me if I needed a ride home.

I am so confused by him. I really liked/like him, I think we're such a perfect match, but he has made it very clear to me that he has no intention of ever dating someone within the department. At the time, he wasn't acting at all interested, so I figured that he was either (a) completely unwavering from his departmental dating policy and/or (b) was totally not interested in me. Especially when the girl he was pursuing was a brunette who weighs 95 lbs, I figured there is no way I am his type.

But now I am unsure. Is this just friend-behavior? I don't know, and I am pretty sure there is no way for me to figure it out. Frequently enough I think about just asking him, but then I decide that maybe if something should happen it should just be natural. As is, he was telling me how obviously I was "glowing" when I met Levon for the first time, so he can surely read the signs that I was giving him earlier in the year (/am probably still giving him without my knowledge).

Anywho, that's the party recap and what is going on with me. One more week of Spring Break but I'll be in the office each day.

Post 2 - Whirlwind Trip to CT

I woke up at 10:30 am on Friday to drive back to CT and I basically didn't stop moving until I got back into Hanover at 12:00 am on Saturday night (technically Sunday morning, I suppose).

Home was super productive, I changed out my snow tires (all by myself, bitches!), did my taxes, went shopping (which I hate doing, but can only do every 3 months since Hanover has no stores), had lots of quality Mom and Dad time, all around a good trip.

I was debating going back to Hanover for a party Saturday night, but then my parents told me that our church was putting on a production of this play I was in from the time I was 7 to 17, and my Mom made those puppy dog eyes, and I was hooked.

Show was a little weird, it's strange watching a show that you have been in 10 times but have never seen. Anyway, we got home at 9, I packed up my stuff and got out the door at 9:40, and was back in Hanover and unpacked by 12 am (a 3 hour drive in 2:20 - woops).

I can't wait to blog about this party!

Post 1 - Levon's Show

Oh my goodness I have so much to share. Will start with Levon's (aka Hot Musician) concert on Thursday.

So I felt like absolute death from St. Patty's Day but I was still so super excited to see him again. I dragged about 8 friends with me and we got to the place (it's a ski lodge that has a pub and does shows).

So first ridiculous thing of the night, we didn't realize that we were essentially crashing a ski league party. Levon was supposed to be the entertainment, but it was the awards ceremony and final meeting of the Thursday night ski league, and that got a little awkward as the people who everyone is saying "Wtf are these people doing here? They are not in snowpants!".

Anyway, so I walk in and see him at the bar and he still looks as super sexy as I remember, though he was dressed in such a manner that he looked like a 5 year old (sneakers, jeans, baseball cap). He also had his friend from Boston with him, who looked like he was hating life.

I walked up to him, he gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me that I looked like a beautiful blooming gorgeous flower. Ruh-roh! We chatted for a bit longer and it became increasing clear that maybe he was a little (read: a shit ton) crazier than I remembered. Some sample conversations:

Me: So, what do you do?
Levon: How am I? I am good, how are you?
Me: No, no, like, what do you do in Boston?
Levon: It's doesn't really matter, because I am trying to move back to Hanover so I can start the greatest rockband ever that will change the world, and the way people listen to music.
Me: I see....

Me: So what are you drinking?
Levon: Yeah I don't really drink before a show, because people seem to say I'm a little weird, and I don't need to like, give them...
Me: Ammo? (I take another drinks)
Levon: Yeah, exactly, but I really think they just can't handle how authentic I am.

So Levon and his angry friend went to set-up and I was hanging out with my friends, wondering what I am thinking, and he comes over to find out what song I would like him to play for me. Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton (I say absolutely not, do NOT play me that song), Cheesy Love Song # 2, 3 & 4 (I say no no no, please don't play any of those), so we finally tell him to play Levon (I mean, duh, it's his name!) and he seems to settle on that.

Okay so they are finally set-up, they go on, and it is terrible. The sound is not good, they are babbling the entire time, people are getting frustrated, yikes.

A typical conversation with the crowd:
Levon: Blah blah blah, this is my bandmate Nigel (said in a terrible British accent), blah blah blah
Crowd: PLAY MUSIC
Levon: What would you like to hear? I live to take requests.
Crowd: Play Journey (or any other typical let's rock this place classic song)
Levon: Okay, let's try this one out (begins playing No Woman No Cry by Marley).
Crowd: (has a glow of pissed off)

He breaks for the awards ceremony, comes over to find out AGAIN what song I want to hear. My asshole friend suggests John Mayer's Your Body is a Wonderland, Levon is all excited about this. Comes back in 15 minutes later and asks us to write the lyrics on a napkin and he'll muddle through. NO! Just play songs that you know! Ugh.

So, he starts the second part of his set, and it's just...it's over. My friends are done, I am done, I am actually turned off watching him perform (has that ever happened?) and it's just time to move past this. I go up to him as he finishes a song and his bandmate is storming off, and I basically said that I was sorry, I was really not feeling well post St. Patty's Day and I needed to get out of there. He begged and pleaded for a while, suggested that next time I probably shouldn't come to his gig and we should just hang out, and told me to take care of myself because I am a beautiful flower. Righto. I didn't want to completely close the door though, so I told him it was okay to text me the next time he comes to town and maybe we can try this again.

As we booked it out of there he began to play a ridiculous song with my name in it(yes, really) and then we heard him say "Oh wait, I never played Levon..."

We sprinted to the car. What a fucking disappointing night. So much anticipation and, such a let down.

Okay, gonna do a post about going home to CT next, but this is not the last of Levon for this weekend..........

Happy St. Patty's Day!

I had the most fun ever last night!

Awkward Jesus had people over for a traditional Irish meal and it was just a really awesome group of people all having fun and drinking.

After that we went to Salt Hill and it was just this great mix of people I am friends with but also lots of fun new people to meet (and even some of the random guys I have slept with).

I think this was the first holiday/celebration where I actually felt happy in Hanover and wasn't lamenting not being in D.C. Super progress!

The only downside - I got wicked hammered and was up at 7:15 am throwing up and trying to pull my shit together before a 10 am Matlab training seminar (Matlab = Matrix Laboratory, if that is any indication how not fun this was). Also, tonight I am going to go see Levon (aka Hot Musician) and I am looking like one disgusting and decidedly not-hot mess. The idea of having another drink, or being awake past 9 pm is currently making me cringe, but it's Levon!!! I am so excited to see him! I must pull through and hopefully he won't notice I am struggling.

Drinks with Moto Dick

Yeah so, after the weird emails/voicemails I was not really thinking we would hit it off, but I had to go through with this and meet the man behind the ridiculous.

He emailed me earlier in the day about drinks, didn't get back to me until 4:40 to meet at 5:00. This will never win me over. He was also 20 minutes late and I was basically packing up when he arrived. Also not a good sign. He could have called.

So personality wise I actually think he was a okay. He was funny, smart, and definitely had a crazy aspect to him (i.e. naked sky diving and sex in the plane prior to the jump). This makes me feel like that dick picture probably was his afterall. I think we would have been a great match if he didn't look like he was 45. I think that 36 is a bit old for me, but usually people look younger than their age when I find it out. I'm thinking that working in the legal and business world aged him terribly.

We had a few drinks and towards the end he was starting to make moves to getting a kiss or going back to my place. I was not really feeling it. I was also sort of annoyed that he was making these moves on me in a very public place, at 6 pm, in the very small town of Hanover. I mentioned that I was going out for St. Patty's Day/ going to a show on Thursday, and he said he wanted to join me. I know this shouldn't annoy me, but dude, we just met, I'm clearly much younger than you, do you really think I am going to want some old looking dude hanging out with my friends? Fucking someone in private is one thing, but don't try to make-out with me on Main Street while it is sunny out. Oh also, after I have told you my place is not an option because I have roomates, please don't try to act like I might think it would be fun to go back to my place and piss them off.

So if he didn't get the hint, I don't know what to say about him. I told him I wasn't feeling the chemistry, had to tell him very clearly that I did not want him to walk me home (which took a lot of effort to get him to stop walking with me), and made it clear that he wasn't getting anything more than a hug (okay, I let him give me a kiss earlier, just to see if maybe I would feel some sparks...I didn't).

Tomorrow I will send him the thanks but no thanks email, and I will try to get that sad, disappointed look he had out of my mind.

Had to check it out though right?

Craigslist People are Weird

....is everyone done being shocked? Okay I'll pause before I continue then, to let you reorient yourself and your world view.

First, there was a Craigslist ad for some guy in Hanover who was 25 and was looking for a girl to give a massage to. Sort of weird, but whatever, I decided just to send an email and check it out. In the back of my mind, I was recalling when I posted my ad and thinking that I had received all the responses from Dartmouth guys in their 20's who read Craigslist (and hadn't been interested in any), but fine. I used my other email and got a response back, and sure enough, it was from the same email address as a guy who had responded to me. The strange thing: when he responded to my ad he said he was 27, but his post on Craigslist said 25. Why? He gave his measurements the same on both posts, he sent a picture (not so amazing looking, but fine) to my ad, why on earth would you add or subtract 2 years? So random and therefore so creepy.

Second, Motorcycle Dick. I know, he is Motorcycle Dick. He said he would email me Sunday when he got back from a trip and we would make plans for Monday. He never got back to me, but he called (and emailed) at 4ish with the LONGEST voicemail in the history of auditory messaging. I emailed him back pretty soon after and was like "sure, lets meet up tomorrow, do you want to do lunch or drinks later?"

Still haven't heard back. I texted him to find out (I will wear something that doesn't involve a sweatshirt into work tomorrow if we're having lunch), and still no response.

This makes me think he is lying about something, because single men usually have access to their phones or email on a Monday evening. Also, the fact that he keeps suggesting lunch or afternoon drinks is also weird. At first I thought it was just because I had yelled at him for coming on too strong and lunch is far less threatening, but now I'm wondering if maybe it is just easier to lie to your wife about working late in the office.

Sigh, I really think this guy is probably a creeper but I am so curious to meet the man behind the ridiculous emails and the insanely long and melancholy voicemail. What's a girl to do?

sigh...another night, another notch on the bedpost

2 am post can never be a good thing.

I was at the Irish pub in town with my friend, trying to have a low key night, when they guy I had walked up to and gotten his number a few weeks ago came to say hi.

We all chatted for the night, eventually it was just the two of us.

We went back to his awesome house (yes, he has a house - this is the i-banker afterall), had entirely perfunctory sex, and then I basically left.

The sex was sub-par, this guy apparently has a girl that he is quasi-seeing, and he called me out for being "all about business" when I left after 10 minutes post mediocre sex.

Oh, and while we were making out, he knocked over my beer and spilled all of it in my bra, which was really magical to put on afterwards. Once I got home, it took me about 20 minutes to hand-wash my bra and shirt. It took me longer to wash my clothes then we had sex.

I don't understand guys. I can't wait to see Levon on Thursday.

I'm so silly

Okay, I am just going to admit that I am making some really ridiculous choices and much of it is fueled by a slightly lighter workload and a desire for some adventure in Hanover.

1. Motorcycle Dick. Since the last Craigslist guy worked out okay, I decided to respond to another post. I know that sounds fine, but I should probably mention that I responded to a post where the guy put up a giant picture of his dick (or maybe just a dick, I suppose I can find out later). His post also included a motorcycle, hence the name Motorcycle Dick. Anyway, we sent some emails back and forth, he is older (duh), apparently going through a divorce and teaches at the business school here. So, I think we are going to grab drinks or dinner sometime early next week. I shall keep everyone updated.

2. Levon. Yesterday a bunch of us were sitting around giggling (mainly about point 1 of this post) and realized we could be doing this at the bar. So, 4 of us headed out to the bar at 4 pm, many people joined, we ate dinner, we closed out that bar, went to Canoe Club. Canoe was filled with some strange people, but towards the end a REALLY hot guy came in with his guitar and we started chatting. He had just come from a gig and eventually took out his guitar and had the group of us singing along to Levon (hence his name per someone's request). The smart people went home, but I was really enjoying the idea of a sing-along night with this really hot guy, so we went back to someone's place and 5 of us played pool, kept drinking, played music...a really great time actually. I was totally digging Levon, and we'd been flirting throughout the night but I couldn't really figure out if he was interested, but around 3 am we got to be alone (someone had to walk a drunkie home) and had an amazing high-school style make out session. He drove me home at 4 am and we spent the next hour making out in his car, fogging up the windows, accidentally hitting the horn, and acting like ridiculous teenagers. It was amazing, I am still glowing.

For the record, Levon is absolutely ridiculous and is a caricature of what the artistic musician type is. For example, he asked me multiple times if he could "sculpt me"....out of clay......for real.

Anyway, I have no idea how old he is but I know that he lives in Boston but grew up in Hanover/went to Dartmouth, and comes by quite often to play gigs in the area. He has a show on Thursday that I plan to go to, and I really hope something comes of this. Certainly not someone I want to date seriously, but OMG I love musicians, and it would be fun to have someone who comes by every few weeks and we have weird but amazing artistic sex.

So yeah, drinking nothing but beer for 12 hours and being awake until 5 am did not produce a pretty picture this morning. It's about 3 pm and I'm just able to hold down water at this point. An ounce of pleasure requires a pound of pain?

Running Subjects

...but people keep not showing because it is the last day of classes. So, might as well use this time to post right?

Last weekend will be a brief update because it was fun but not all that exciting.

Friday night I did some semi-lame bar hoping. I had planned to stay in, but my friend's friend (who I am trying to use as a conduit to cute, single men) had emailed me to ask if I could come out that night and show some of her visiting male friends a good time. I am always up for that challenge!

My other friends and I went to the bar at 9:30, this girl didn't show up until 11:30 and then asked if "her friend from out of town was there yet?" Really? How on earth would I know what your friend from out of town looked like?

So with that, we ditched and went to another bar. I talked to some ridiculously foreign business school students, but at the end of the night I exchanged numbers with the ugly guy whose cute friend I had been trying to chat up all night. Oh well.

Saturday was actually awesome and entirely wholesome. A bunch of us went to this "progressive dinner" on the Lebanon green where you donate a few bucks and then move from station to station and get delicious local food. It was a really fun time. Then about 10 of us went back to someone's place and played Catch Phrase for 4.5 hours and get drunk. Fantastic night.

Sunday I went skiing in 50 degree weather with Awkward Jesus at Mt. Sunapee (which turns out to be adorable but not a great skiing experience). Also, it was 50 fucking degrees so we were both dying and wishing we had brought lighter clothes. Worked the rest of the evening.

So, not a crazy weekend, but a good one.

Also, just to tie up some loose ends - New Guy never responded to my final email. This is totally out of character for him but very much the appropriate response for a normal person. On the plus side, with that taken care of I get to put up a new Craigslist post and enjoy the ridiculousness that is New Hampshire. I will, of course, try to report the best ones (which will be easier this time since I won't have a 5 day trip to Vegas to fuck up everything).

Okay, good stuff, back to those pesky subjects....

"Yo. S'up?"

and with that wonderful phrase, New Guy clenched my decision to end things.

We had not spoken all week, and on Saturday morning he sent me a no-subject email with the question "Yo. S'up?" I will remind you all he is 36.

I tried to brush this off and sent back "Good morning, not much I just got back from a fabulous run. How are you doing?". I thought that maybe using words might encourage him to do the same.

He sent back "just got to my friends house......hadn't said hi in a while so....hi!"

ugh.

I didn't respond, but a large group of us basically spent the night making fun of his emails (will write about this weekend next).

Monday morning he sent me "so....are we done...because I sense a growing distance between us".

I couldn't not take the out right? So I sent back something like I really enjoyed spending time with you but I think the introverted-early bird and the extroverted-night owl personality types are just not matching, and I hope you find someone who is a little better suited for you and the things you like to do.

I am sure that you all are very proud of me for ending a very stupid relationship and cutting off regular sex despite not having any prospects available in the near future. This is huge for me.

"Vikings Have Always Fought Dragons"

I heard that today and just thought it was great, but totally unrelated to this post.

Some have asked, so, no I have not spoken to New Guy since our afternoon fuck last Saturday. I don't know if he was wise that something was off, or knew it was "Blow Job Week", or is waiting for me to contact him - but he has been blissfully quiet. Still need to get a hand on this situation, must break it off, though wouldn't it be great if he just never contacted me again?

Also, the weird pediatrician from last week did call me, but the hot I-banker from NY did not. Oh well. I may still give him a call next week, depending on how I'm feeling.

And work stuff - I've been trying really hard to keep on track. I spend all day looking at data and all night watching movies at 50x fast speed so I can get through 8 hours of movie in 1.5 hours. Fabulous.

Okay, quick update over, return to your business.