You need to get your own man...

Well, I hesitated to tell this story since I didn't want to jinx things, but who are we kidding - I am the queen of self-sabotaging relationships, so read on. The new B (an "actor" - apologies in advance for the horrible and unavoidable cliches sprinkled throughout this post) we'll call him "J"...although that's his "stage name" his real name is "G". So anyway, I met "J/G" at a student film premiere when he interrupted my conversation with a hot southern B (think Matthew McConaughey). He seemed like a nice enough guy, but when my phone rang I took advantage of the opportunity to politely excuse myself... at least that was the plan. As I was exiting, I made a joke about my "Sex and the City" ringtone, how I only chose it b/c I couldn't find the Golden Girls theme song. He was easily redeemed once he steered the conversation toward Golden Girls and proceeded to quiz ME on my GG knowledge. Either I was shocked that anyone could challenge my GG expertise or I guess it doesn't take much to impress me b/c I ended up talking to him for the rest of the night (although, I was left wondering if it's possible for any straight man to amass such a wealth of Golden Girls trivia....but as my sister would say, all actors are "a little gay"). At the end of the night we exchanged numbers...actually he gave me his card which had his headshot on it. Now, I am a self-confessed egomaniac and if I were a Smurf, I would probably be Vanity... but even I was a little put off by this narcissism. Regardless, in a Golden Girls-induced haze I agreed to let him take me out to dinner. Thankfully, he was much more normal and down-to-earth over dinner....at least he ACTED that way! So, really, IS HE GAY or is Golden Girls the new pick-up line???

I have forgotten how much fun breaking into your own house can be. Sunday afternoon when I got home I realized I had detached my house keys earlier when I went for a walk, and never reattached them. It was all very highschool really, and kind of a rush... like I was doing something wrong - and needed to be spanked! LOL so here I am, at 24, climbing through my living room window, delicately moving my blinds so as not to knock over my plants with my groceries and oversized houndstooth tote ....I guess maybe not so much like highschool.

I have decided Sarah and I are twins in different time zones. Since I am in the later zone I have fair warning of what's to come...yet still, I am wholly unprepared - not unlike those people who refuse to abide by the mandatory hurricane evacuations despite the fact a category 4 is headed straight for them. Here are a few examples, you may need to reference Sarah's blog to refresh on some of these stories.

1. Sarah sustained severe muscle pain from pitching one inning of wiffleball > I was sore for days after taking a walk around Griffith park...A WALK. I guess it's not too surprising considering we both count shopping trips in our exercise logs.

2. Sa suffered caffeine-induced rage > I finished my coffee card at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (earning a free bev.) and let the counter guy convince me to get a large Mocha latte as opposed to my usual medium chai. I know my own limits with caffeine, esp. espresso, but was swayed nonetheless. I spent the rest of the day at work in and out of epileptic spasms. My twitching put Michael J. Fox to shame.

3. Rah-Rah finally left ERA, to move on to bigger and better things > I desperately need to find a new job b/c I have decided my current place of business is in fact a sinking ship! Recently I posted about one of the partners at my company being fired due to a drug problem...since that incident things have gone from bad to worse. Everyday there is new drama: one day half the computers and desks were carted out mid-project, and the next our company email accounts had been hacked into and disabled. At this point, I'd be better off taking a job on the Titanic! I am sending out some resumes today. Hmm...telephone actress???

I am always 2 steps behind!