Time is Flying

Well, it has been a while since my last post. I wish I could say that much has happened since then but sadly I cannot. Unless you consider quitting one part-time job for another part-time job and then trading that for yet another part-time job and then finally deciding to stick with the first part-time job something of interest. And unless you consider hosting a "progressive" dinner party (my place to Jen's place to Lex's place) an event worth noting. Oh, and I guess I did that half marathon (really fun!). And Meredith and I started working on writing a TV show. Oh, and my dad is coming to town. Though that has not actually happened yet. Other than that, though, not much is going on here.

Boys
Nothing to report in the boy department. After closing the door on the latest recycled boy from the past (who literally just had his 30th birthday so I should have known better anyway!), the pipeline is empty. On the one hand I like an empty pipeline - it keeps me drama free. On the other hand, it means that there are no prospects, which does not thrill me.

I thought I had been offered an open door after this weekend, but after Jack's careful guy analysis, I think the door is not actually open (or if it is, it is only slightly ajar and possibly accidentally so). I trust Jack's interpretation but I would like a second opinion. In a nutshell...ran into a boy at the bike race. Robyn makes it (weirdly) clear that I am single and manages to get from him that he is, too. She devises some plan whereby I email him for some fake reason and get some contact going that way. Sounds good to me but it turns out I don't have his email address. Lo and behold two days later he emails me with (what seems like) an almost fake reason. I recognize that I might just be projecting (since I was going to fake e-mail him, I automatically assume that his email is designed for the same result), so I seek the opinions of other women. We all (think we) see an underlying motive. Woohoo. So I write back and then wait eagerly for a response, looking forward to the possibilities of some email give-and-take. He responds pretty quickly. A few lines. No questions to keep the chatter going. Nothing but a, "Have a great day!" to close it out. WTF? The Jack analysis reveals that while he may have been emailing to feel me out, he was definitely not emailing to get a dialogue going in an effort to ultimately get a date going. Oh well. I have to admit, the drama of it all was fun for the 3 or so hours between the emails and the efforts to understand their "meaning." Does not help that Robyn thinks his birthday is in October.

She keeps bringing the Mr. October pressure to bear. I am trying hard to resist her efforts to hitch me to someone whose birthday is in October - clearly she is latching onto this idea because she likes it better than the psychic's other possibility, which is that I will meet someone in October. Robyn does not want me to wait that long, I guess. Maybe she just doesn't want to wait that long. I don't know.

School
Enjoying school somewhat. Enjoying classmates somewhat less. Enjoying the idea that it's almost over.