weblog 10082007
i need to get out more, i told myself. and that ain't hit home any more than when i actually did, and was promptly reminded that there's a whole world out there that ain't on myspace.
I went out Saturday with my friend Miles, who I know from Myspace. He went with me to my friend Wade's "Welcome Back From Your 3 month Sabbatical in Australia" party. Wade was late though, and I didn't feel like being around people I didn't know, so Miles and I went drinking at the nearby lounge. Regardless it was good to be out, and I resolved to get out more, even for a little while, before I went to work at midnight. It definitely helps keep me from willing the phone to ring, or ding (in the case of a text message), waiting to hear from that special someone who ain't thinkin' about you coz they're out drinkin' they DAMN selves. *sucks teef*
Sunday I had no real plans, but after doing my mass text greeting to a bunch of people on my phone book, decided to go to old college buddy Shannon's get together at the the VIP section of Chelsea Piers' Bowling Alley.
Shannon does not have myspace. No wonder I ain't stayed in touch with him. My friend Andre who I met up with to go to Shannon's shindig also did not have myspace. *sigh* I know this because they both looked at me with such disdain when I asked them if they were on myspace. I just wanted them to see my music page, but apparently in any number of circles it ain't caught on like THAT.
This was driven home as I started getting more comfortable. The Long Island Iced Tea helped, as did my initial lucky streak bowling. I started to socialize more and ran into a few old acquaintances. They also did not have myspace. Not James, not Melvin, not Joshua, and lastly not Wayne. I felt like such a loser asking if they had an account, only to get shot down.
Finally, after a bajillion gutterballs, a random partygoer approaches me offering pointers on how to play, which I no doubt needed, but who's to say when next I'd find myself in a dark (bowling) alley? I thanked him, and he seemed to want to get better acquainted. Alas, it was time for me to leave for work, but he seemed like a decent guy that I could network/politic with, but there wasn't enough lead-up to an exchange of numbers. So again, I asked:
Are you on myspace?
NOPE!
Feeling like a tool, I humbly took down his email and phone number and gave him mine. I hope he ain't tryin' to kick it to me. Usually people stop wanting to be friends when they realize that I'm not on the market.
I went out Saturday with my friend Miles, who I know from Myspace. He went with me to my friend Wade's "Welcome Back From Your 3 month Sabbatical in Australia" party. Wade was late though, and I didn't feel like being around people I didn't know, so Miles and I went drinking at the nearby lounge. Regardless it was good to be out, and I resolved to get out more, even for a little while, before I went to work at midnight. It definitely helps keep me from willing the phone to ring, or ding (in the case of a text message), waiting to hear from that special someone who ain't thinkin' about you coz they're out drinkin' they DAMN selves. *sucks teef*
Sunday I had no real plans, but after doing my mass text greeting to a bunch of people on my phone book, decided to go to old college buddy Shannon's get together at the the VIP section of Chelsea Piers' Bowling Alley.
Shannon does not have myspace. No wonder I ain't stayed in touch with him. My friend Andre who I met up with to go to Shannon's shindig also did not have myspace. *sigh* I know this because they both looked at me with such disdain when I asked them if they were on myspace. I just wanted them to see my music page, but apparently in any number of circles it ain't caught on like THAT.
This was driven home as I started getting more comfortable. The Long Island Iced Tea helped, as did my initial lucky streak bowling. I started to socialize more and ran into a few old acquaintances. They also did not have myspace. Not James, not Melvin, not Joshua, and lastly not Wayne. I felt like such a loser asking if they had an account, only to get shot down.
Finally, after a bajillion gutterballs, a random partygoer approaches me offering pointers on how to play, which I no doubt needed, but who's to say when next I'd find myself in a dark (bowling) alley? I thanked him, and he seemed to want to get better acquainted. Alas, it was time for me to leave for work, but he seemed like a decent guy that I could network/politic with, but there wasn't enough lead-up to an exchange of numbers. So again, I asked:
Are you on myspace?
NOPE!
Feeling like a tool, I humbly took down his email and phone number and gave him mine. I hope he ain't tryin' to kick it to me. Usually people stop wanting to be friends when they realize that I'm not on the market.
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