Today is Valentine's Day and the first V-day I've officially been single in five years. Come to think of it, the past 2 V-day's I had a boyfriend but didn't celebrate. I like being single. I like my freedom. I haven't met the right guy yet and I'm okay with this. I don't want to devote all my time and energy to someone who isn't right. To me V-day isn't a big deal. I like the idea of it. It's not just a holiday for lovers, but for friends and family, too. I've been listening to V-day mixes all day. I love the blog-o-sphere. My inbox has been inundated with V-day e-cards. These are nice gestures, but 3-D cards are better.
Tonight my hot, young, French roommate moves in (a.k.a Frenchie). My other roommate and I keep joking how we're going to defile him and such. We are simply ecstatic about the possibilities. We're wondering things like if he'll walk around in his boxers. We are both enamored with the idea of him. He's nice eye candy. I feel as if I'm not the best role model for him. He's going to look at my roommate and I as symbols of American culture. My roommate lives off a diet of Mike's Hard Lemonade and hot dogs. I eat various cheeses. He'll go back to France thinking all Americans are assholes. I need to show him around town, but I don't know where to take him. Maybe sometime I'll take him home to Ohio. That'll be a real eye opener for him. I don't want him to think American girls are easy or anything even though I am. He's good to make other guys jealous with. Here are some scenarios my mind has concocted:
- We fall madly in love and I go back to France with him and live happily ever after on the French Riviera. We attend the Cannes film festival every year.
- When his visa runs out, I marry him so he can stay in America. We breed beautiful kids.
- He and I become good friends and I go to France for a sojourn. I really want to go to France! I've never been to Europe. Here's my chance. This is probably the most likely to happen. But, you never know.
I am living out an episode of The Real World right now. We have anti-everything girl who's moving out in 2 weeks, and hot French student moving in. For the next few days, I'll have 3 roommates. 4 people, one bathroom. Interesting. I'm really sick of having falling outs with people. First DePaul guy and now my roommate. If one more person deletes me from Myspace, I'm deleting my account. How did a Myspace deletion become the ultimate fuck you? Why can't people simply be cool? Why do people have to overreact and flip out? Fuck 'em.
Today I got a call from NYU about a job. It would be a temporary position only lasting 6-8 weeks. It would start in 2 weeks. I'm very torn about this. A part of me wants to be impulsive and move to NY for a couple of months to get a feel for the city, but another part knows I cannot leave right now. I'm starting a new job on Monday (I finally got a job! Yes!) and I'm doing a lot of local writing, and my living situation is finally settling down. The timing seems off. I also don't have any money for a plane ticket. The next time they hire people is in December. That's an option, but I don't know. I wish I could go. I wish I wasn't so responsible. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality, though. Damn.
So, yeah, I got that job I interviewed for last week. It's for a company called Datassential. I'm doing something with food and restaurants, analyzing trends or something. Doing phone research interviews. I have no idea. The job will last at least 2 months. I can wear jeans to work. Yippee. The best part about the job is my friend works there. He's also a writer. I am contributing to his music blog. It'll be good to for me to work with someone like this. I'm in for some serious trouble with Frenchie. Stay tuned.
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