The Dog & Pony Show

My life has suddenly become some sort of episodic tv show. It's been one thing after another. At least I can't complain I have a boring existence. Yesterday, Frenchie officially moved in--right in time for V-day. My other roommate and I took him out for dinner. If he's representing the French, then I will assume all French people are like him: kind, polite, funny, intellectual, and beau! I've already learned some things. First, French people don't hate Americans. They like American culture. Secondly, they love Lost. And, they love hip-hop like Kanye West. I didn't know they had hip-hop over there. In fact, I never really thought what kind of music French people listened to. Accordion music? I am familiar with a couple of great indie French bands like Air and Phoenix. I wonder if he listens to them. I feel the need to take care of Frenchie. I feel like his older sister. I want to make sure he is okay and having a good time and leaves with a good impression of America. I want to learn from him, too. And did I mention I want to go to France? After the next few days go by, I will make him my constant companion. I will take him to bars, concerts, and maybe to Ohio. He will mystify the Ohioans.

So, on Sunday, I'm getting a last minute visitor. Yes, that'll make for a grand total of 5 people in my place until Tues. My friend, who I haven't seen in over 6 yrs, will be visiting. Here is the story. Blast From My Past and I met in May of 2000 in L.A. At time, I was working on a horrible tv show called Shop Til You Drop. You might have seen it on the PAX channel. The show ended and we had a wrap party. I met Blast at said party. He was living in San Diego back then as he was visiting a friend in L.A. I'm still unclear who he knew at the party--a friend of a friend situation. One detail I remember about this party is one of my co-worker and her boyfriend were sitting there nonchalantly discussing how they tried cocaine for the first time a few days prior. They said it in a way like they had tried a new sushi restaurant. So, Blast and I met at this party and immediately hit it off. We began emailing, calling, etc. One night he was in Anaheim on business, so he drove up to see me. I wasn't expecting anything to happen, but one thing lead to another, and well, yunno. Back then I was only 22 and still in college. He was 4 yrs older and I remember thinking: "Older guy!" God, I'd give anything to be 26 again. After our encounter, he left. I think we only talked a couple of times after and he just faded away. Some of the details are fuzzy. I don't know why we stopped talking or why it ended, but I was ok with it. Back then, I was really into another guy, a crush that never amounted to anything.

So, 6 yrs go by. I'd occasionally think about him, but for some reason never thought to track him down. Honestly, I couldn't remember his last name! So, with the advent of Myspace, we reconnected back in November. Out of the blue he messaged me and voila, we've been talking ever since. It's strange to have an online relationship with someone. We flirt a lot online, but sometimes it's easier to say things behind a computer. You can be bolder. Anyway, the saga continues. On Sunday we will meet for the first time in over 6 yrs. I don't know what'll happen, or what he'll or I'll be like for that matter. I have a tendency to be a bit quiet and closed off--at least he thinks so. But get a few drinks in me, and I'm uninhibited. I know this can never be anything serious since we will probably never live in the same state together. He's moving to D.C soon. I'm trying not to have any expectations and just live in the moment and enjoy his company. It's such a crazy time in my life. Roommates in and out, starting a new job, writing assignments, etc. But, I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess I have to hope for the best and see what happens. I would like to take a trip to D.C. I haven't been there in 10 yrs. Now I must quit procrastinating and get some hardcore writing done before the fun comes to town.