I thought the saga of Internet Guy was over, since he didn't call me back after our date on Monday. Apparently, nothing better turned up for him, because he just called me.

I kind of panicked, and let my answering service pick up. He wanted to know if I was in Shinjuku tonight, so we could hang out. I could get to Shinjuku, but then I'd have to turn around right away and come back, because my last train is 11:20. I phoned him back, got his answering service, and left exactly the kind of jumbled-up idiotic message that makes me hate answering machines.

Note to self: aquarium + summer vacation = way too many kids. Aquarium at Sunshine City to be striken from "Good First Date Spots" list, stat.

Will we see each other again? Maybe. He said he'd call. Sean said he would call/message me today if he really liked me, tomorrow if he kinda liked me, and after three days if he didn't have anything better turn up. Thanks for the timetable, buddy.

Now I'm going to go to bed.
skandrae: (STFU)
Am meeting Internet Guy at Ikebukuro Station at 12:45, after a brief chat on Messenger. He has to be back to Omiya around 5, so we will spend a little time at the aquarium, getting to know each other, I guess. So full of nausea...

When is the appropriate time to admit that I can't stand talking on the telephone? Five summers of call centre work at the Festival have turned me off telephones, with the exception of calling my mom and occasionally having hours-long gabfests with my gals. I think that's part of why I was so freaked out about the whole "waiting for him to call" thing...I sound like a moron on the phone a lot of the time, because I'm totally uncomfortable.

Oh god, why was I born so socially retarded?


Aug. 7th, 2006 05:24 am
Internet Guy gets a point for finally calling.

He loses a point, however, for calling at midnight, when I was sleeping, and thus was too groggy to get to the phone.

I'm almost tempted to call him back now, at 5:30, just to see how he likes it. But I'm not going to.
So, uh, Internet Guy hasn't called yet.

I'm not depressed about that, per se. Just maybe a little stressed and perhaps disappointed. I guess I was kind of making a bigger deal out of it than I should have.

He might still call. It's only 8:00.

If he doesn't call, that's okay. I've decided that I'm going to go to Ikebukuro to see the aquarium, regardless. And I'll hit the gym in the morning, which was always part of the plan. And maybe take Vida the last of the carrot cakes, because I certainly can't eat any more cake this week. I'm dying of cake. ^_^
So, I've just given Internet Guy my phone number, and suggested the aquarium at Sunshine City in Ikebukuro as a place of interest for our outing on Monday. Now I am left with feelings of severe nausea and an intense desire to accidentally switch my cell phone off. Is that normal? I've been out of the dating game for a very long time.

Not getting much done on the cleaning or writing fronts.
So, internet guy just sent me some pictures from Thailand (that's where he is until Friday), and one of them is him on the beach. Now, I'm not knocking beach photos, nor his physique (which is quite nice), but what is cracking me up is the background action.

Namely, a dog licking its crotch about five feet behind him.

Okay, maybe that's funnier to me than anyone else because I am tired.
Without wanting to jinx anything, I just want to say...OMG, I have a date on August 7th!!
Thus far, the only thing that is having any kind of effect on me in regards to cleaning my apartment is the possibility that perhaps, someday in the not-to-distant future, I might have a gentleman caller. And if that possibility comes to probability, I would like to be able to welcome such a gentleman caller into all of my apartment, including the bedroom. And thus, everything must be clean.

Sean and I have discussed this and I am doing my best not to get my hopes up too high (like, I'm not planning our wedding and naming all our babies), but things seem to be progressing nicely with the dating-site guy. It would be dead awesome to make out with someone before my 30th birthday. After all, if I don't get naughty with anyone before next summer, my love life can be declared legally dead, and that is so depressing I want to cry.

Now I'm going to clean like I'm meeting his mother for the first time...in my bedroom.

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