Monday, May 12, 2008

In Other News...

In other news, the girl I met on lavalife has continued corresponding with em with the perfect combination of friendliness and indifference, a courtesy which I’m now finally returning to her, with my message: “Why do I get the sinking impression there’s going to be no second date?”

I’ve been mulling over what to say to her for awhile, because really, there’s no right answer to this. Of course, now that I’ve reached a mental state of not really caring anymore, it doesn’t really matter to me. Now I’m not sure whether I’m more worried about her being disinterested, or finding out that she actually is interested, because I’ve sort of moved on myself.

I met another really cool chick at a club over the week-end. (Not that I go to clubs often, but it was for a mutual friend’s birthday.) She caught my attention because she brings a stuffed monkey with her to parties and photographs it doing silly things. She seems to relish in other people thinking she’s crazy. I tend not to like being around people, so I like that. Of course, maybe she really is crazy, which might even be better.

Anyway, she sent me an instant message this morning, so I took the opportunity to ask her out, and she seemed okay with it.

Nothing much has changed aside from that. I’m still unemployed, and not really looking. I’m still thinking through large portions of my book without writing much down. I’m still babysitting my cousin, who’s still an intolerable, rambunctious brat. Whom I love, of course, or so I keep telling myself. Ugh… and I’m picking him up again tonight.


Inkpot said...

Hey Mal, how are things? Monkey girl sounds cool, I hope you have a good date.

Malice Blackheart said...

Hmm... "Monkey Girl." I like that. I think that's what I'll call her.

spookygreentea said...

If you're Earl, does that mean I have to be Randy?

I don't really want to gain those extra hundred pounds, to be honest.

Malice Blackheart said...

I don't think so. We'd also have to sleep in the same bed, and you'd ask me question every night like "Would you rather fly or be invisible?"

You'd also whack me every time a hot girl walks into the room and yell "Dibs!"

Inkpot said...

I have a pact with my sister to yell 'dibs' the next hot guy we see, but so far I haven't got the chance because I haven't seen any guys I'd want to call on when we are together. It is disappointing.