Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

My condo is a mess, I can’t concentrate on work, Bad Boy Bill was fun but a bit of a downer… This guy I’m seeing, who normally calls or texts at least 4 times a day is completely ignoring me. But the worst thing to happen in a pretty much crappy ass weekend is that I overheard my best friend and another friend call me a fucking bitch and asshole!

Paul called me up on his way to Velvet Nation last night. He was in a cab with Domingo and called me on his cell. Earlier that night I was going to a b-day party and invited Domingo to come along with me. I was running late and called the birthday girl and she told me that I couldn’t bring anybody because she wanted it to be small and intimate and didn’t I read the evite? Unfortunately, I sold my computer and didn’t have internet access at home and didn’t remember the details of the evite. Honestly, I slept through the earlier "dinner" portion of the dinner b-day party and felt awful at running late. So I pissed off the birthday girl, pissed off Domingo and pissed off Paul because Domingo could have hung out with Paul instead of being let on to thinking he could have gone to this party…

Anyways, Paul calls and I answer the phone but don’t say anything because Paul is talking to Domingo and I wait for him to stop. But he keeps going. I hear him say, "Debbie is a fucking bitch. She drags you [Domingo] with her and then STILL goes to Wendy’s party when she finds out that you can’t come along with her." and then Domingo chimes in "I KNOW!!! Can’ you believe it?" I was a little pissed off, but honestly couldn’t imagine having a conversation with either of them while they’re both drunk and partying (and I was still @ the party, so like I"m going to have a conversation in front of everybody.) So we don’t talk about it.

So Paul doesn’t come home last night and I have NOBODY to watch the world cup with! I had MANY offers, but like I was going to watch it with anybody else but Paul.

So in sum: Bad Boy Bill, who I was expecting to spin off the hook funky Chicago House, plays deep, dark industrial house and Roz hates it so I spend half-time @ D and B room with Aphrodite. Staying up until 5am fucked up my entire Saturday! I at least got to sunbathe with Filip. Oh, and then Portugal gets creamed by Germany. THEN I’m late for the b-day party, show up with no gift because I slept through the entire day. THEN I have to ditch Domingo. THEN I overhear shit being talked about me. NOW, I watch World Cup Finals alone. I dropped a trip to Chicago with a pile full of fun homos and to NYC to see Briseyda, my BF in West Coast who is visiting NYC to celebrate a cousins b-day… ALL BECAUSE OF BAD BOY BILL AND WORLD CUP FINAL. AND I’M ALL ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND Paul hates me and Chris is ignoring me! Luckily, my head is screwed on tight. Normally, under such sadness, stress, loneliness or utter-self-pity, I would drink or overeat. Instead, I am going to work out for HOURS after the world cup and obsessive-compulsively clean up my apartment. Or perhaps I’ll just sleep all depressive-style. Not sure.

I will STILL enjoy the world cup home alone. I will STILL yell at the screen when France inevitably scores. I will STILL be sad that I can’t be watching it with a bunch of hot sweaty italians at some fun bar with my bf Paul.

Ack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will the weekend end? And how sad is it that I am looking forward to work?

This post has nothing to do with the Fourth of July. It’s SO completely strange that it is already Independence Day. The THIRD OF JULY has come and gone and I never spent even a moment to mark the occasion! How strange.

Okay, I’ll let you in on a secret. This past third of July marks the one year anniversary of me quitting drinking! I used to drink for the following reasons:

1) to pass time

2) so that I could tolerate and get along with unsavory men at bars/clubs

3) to reward myself after a 70/hour/work/week by letting my brain do whatever it wants

4) because all my friends drank

5) because I had fun while I was letting myself go

6) because red wine is delicious

So I’m done with drinking! I now spend my time at the gym (hopefully will get back to running after heel injury subsides) and hanging out.

What do I do with friends who drink? I drink diet coke. What do I do to pass the time? I read the paper, read mags (still no attention span to pick up and compete a book!) clean my apartment, catch up with friends, ponder the world, work longer hours!, DATE GUYS! what a concept?

The very unsavory subset of the population is no longer this mysterious and horrific necessary evil! After dating I have learned the following things (and it’s about time):

1) men are looking for love too!

2) men will forget about love if sex enters the picture early

3) if you let men set the pace of the dating you will be having sex right away.

4) is this happens, your date is nearly doomed to end up a booty call

I guess I could have consolidated #2-4

5) dating sucks! even if you get along with the person, it’s hard to really get to know someone in the initial phase of dating because you’re trying so hard not to look or act like an idiot! Every action can be analyzed, every word has TRIPLE the meaning, in the beginning.

Since I’m highly unique, I reveal bits of my personality slowly and this is a very difficult trick to manage! I therefore come off very weird or quiet! I HATE THAT! I’m just too crazy to let all of my personality come out. When do you start to fart in front of the person? heheheh

6) dating is not that big o’ deal. Although I went on and on in point #5 about how dating sucks, it’s really not that big of a deal. Eventually you relax and things don’t matter as much. If you don’t care about how you come off and act naturally, the other person lightens up as well. After dating and messing around hard core for the past year (I started to test my need of booze by facing the very fears that I couldn’t face without it) I have finally relaxed about dating. Although, with this guy I’m currently dating, I get nervous sometimes, but it’s because he’s SO CUTE and SWEET! Alright, enough about that or I will jinx it!

Okay, I’ll end on this: because I don’t drink, I have saved hundreds of dollars +  thousands of calories and now spend my money on clothes I couldn’t fit before! yay me!