20 July 2009
2:45 pm
Bloke woke up early enough to go to brunch with me on Sunday, so that
was festive. Otherwise I was pretty much flying solo for the weekend.
Even though I know intellectually that he's working hard all night to
bring rock and roll back from the brink of death, it's hard not to feel
like I'm dating a guy with a messy drug problem that causes him to
come to at three p.m. each day.
Bottom line, it's hard for a corporate chickadee like myself to date someone who's got his his internal clock synced with Dracula's. Luckily, Bloke's still a total dream boat (when conscious) but I'll admit I'm feeling a little pint-is-half-empty at the moment. Kinda wishing I was capable of falling for someone with normal hours, know what I'm saying? I can't complain to Ali, because she will seriously bludgeon me to death (she loved Mr. Fixr and has only recently forgiven me for his unceremonious dumping). For one brief moment, I seriosuly considered confiding in Naomi. Till I remembered she's been single for the past hundred and fifty years and that she relates all relationship problems to various reruns of the Gilmore Girls.
