July 11, 2006 - 11:34 AM

More Girls Than You Can Shake a Twig At

Look, I realize that pretty much every entry for the past month has been about The Girl, and several entries before that have centered on crushes and girls and whatnot, and at this point you're probably getting bored with my romantic tribulations and are saying to yourself "Get ON with your life, Pkers. GOD. Tell us about other more interesting things, like what you thought of the Superman movie (Brandon Routh had flawless skin), how the job thing is going (creeping ever closer to a fulltime position), and what the little pebble on the side of the road is doing today (still sitting there like the bastard that it is)."

Man, you are long winded, readers. And mean.

I will ignore your cries of protest for now (you in the back...SHUT UP!) and let you know that things are still all confusing and shit with The Girl. Hmm...let's just call her JS. Last we left you kindly readers, she had finally responded on Wednesday after the holiday weekend and asked what I was doing in the upcoming days. Excitement, no?

And then she disappeared. Again. I sent her an email on Saturday, saying that I hadn't heard from her in a bit, and so I hoped that she was ok. I also suggested that, since she didn't seem to be on her computer or email often enough to facilitate communication, perhaps she should give me her phone number. Instant communication, quicker plan-making, etc.

Monday morning brings an email from her where she admits to being a bad communicator, but an even worse phone talker. Still, she gave me her number. And of course asked what I was doing this week (her monday and wednesday were taken up, and she has another friend coming into town this weekend, but otherwise she's free). Debate, advice, and I called her that afternoon, leaving a message on her cell, explaining that I was free that night; that I was going to a show tonight and that she could come if she wanted; and that I was leaving on Wednesday for vacation. I also joked that, if she really was worse with the phone than with email, that I should expect a response in 3 years.

Lo and behold, she called two hours later as she was driving from work to a dinner with her aunt. 15 minutes we talked, and I conversated like a normal person. She had misinterpreted my earlier email where I told her that I was headed for the east coast this week, thinking that I was leaving NEXT week. If her aunt was still around tonight, she might hang out with her again, otherwise, she was going to come out to the show.

Wrinkle time this morning, when she emails with a mea culpa that she totally forgot that she has a softball game tonight, which means she can't make the show. Apologies all over the place. I sigh and let her know that, despite being disheartened by our inability to make plans and her uncanny ability to fall off the face of the earth, I still like her (because of her brilliant smile, I add).

Is trying to see a girl normally this convoluted?

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The other girl? She emailed promptly. Several times. Turns out, she's a baseball fan. Grew up in Northern VA, and among the various places where she's lived, was most recently in Malden, MA for 2 years while getting her Masters degree in Boston. She could have been your neighbor, Soph! I asked her what she was doing last weekend, but she was busy doing a play in Hollywood (yes, she's an actor). Saturday night, itching for something to do after a busy day of cleaning and laundry and prepping for the trip and going to the gym, I googled her theater group and found info on her play. Unfortunately, this was at 8 oclock, which was showtime, and I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it there until 8:30, which would have been awkward. Instead, I shambled over to Tony and Margaret's to have dinner and play Guitar Hero on the PS2. They should call the game Carpal Tunnel Hero.

We'll see if she continues to show interest and email me...

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Plus, there's a third girl, off the same personals site. The correspondance with her has been slower, partly because I've been holding off on responding to her as I try to figure out what's going on with JS. But with each exchange, she seems to be warming up to me and my strange sense of humor, opening up a little more and asking the types of questions of me that one asks on a first date.

It's a predicament, trying to figure out at what speed to approach all of the girls. Juggle juggle juggle. I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.

And of course I'm going on vacation just as things are getting interesting.

Now Listening To : Trashcan Sinatras- A Happy Pocket
Random Thought : Each of the three girls is older than me. Cradle robbers.

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