Writer Girls
May 10th, 2005
“J-“, the one that made me repeat her number, hasn’t called back.
One the the girls whose ad I responded to emailed back, and she seemed totally stoked to meet me, and is certainly cute. Her hotmail account is over quota and my messages bounce.
The only person I ended up knowing at the Lit Mag release party was the organizer, who I’d asked out years ago. I wasn’t expecting to know anyone, but as soon as I walked in, I recognized her. Her eyes recognized me as well, and asked, “John, right?” I smiled, “Close. Barclay.” It was awkward f rom there on out, but it was a good evening. Check out the mag, red.
Apparently I have a thing for writers: M: journalist. K: lit major. C: lit major. A: writer. Never connected the dots ‘til now. Funny thing.
A female friend wants to take me to a cowboy bar to meet different types of girls. Um, we’ll see.
Another friend wants to have a BBQ to introduce me to his girl’s friends. That sounds cool, I’m always down for a little grill action, especially since summer’s rolling around down here.
70 pages in on the second novel.
Still training, of course.
Will be out of town this weekend in Oakland for A-’s graduation.
Will be out of town next weekend in Phoenix for my 10-year high school reunion (check out those stats: 2329 students enrolled with a graduation rate of 57.8%. Hot damn, they’ve improved since I went there! Seriously.) Planning on making it a long drive, stopping frequently for photos.
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