26 Sep 2008 › 11:30am
Update… So I guess the stars have aligned or something cause Brad, or Mister Fixerupper, or whatever the hell else I may have called him (sometimes I lose track of all the aliases and pseudonyms I’ve created. I guess I have this in common with countless feebleminded criminals across the land) and I are actually going out tonight. Allow me to
refresh your memory—this is the guy that Ali has been trying to set me up with forever. We were supposed to go out way back in August—but it just kept getting pushed. Anyway, he sent me an email last night saying that he was suddenly going to be in town, and wouldn’t you know it, I was free. So yeah, that’s happening. Woop de doo etc. Actually, despite my pessimism about Ali’s matchmaking talents, he does sound sort of cool. Google tells me that he’s actually an up and coming art dealer. I wonder if he’s reeling from the weirdness happening on Wall Street—those crazy hedge funders have all snapped their purses shut in unison. So maybe we will fall deeply in love, just in time for him to be flat broke. Who cares! Now that I really think about it, I am way ready to be taken out on a proper date. Let’s review: In the past year I’ve had one “relationship” that existed purely between the sheets, and another that was almost entirely over the phone. I swear, if this guy takes me out and buys me a friggin falafel sandwich off a roach coach in China Town he will win date of the year hands down
