Thursday, December 11, 2003
At least the rain is washing the snow away
Maybe by this weekend the white crap on the way to work will just be a memory, and by March just an indication of how the couple weeks before the day winter technically begins (December 21st) were actually worse than the winter itself, weather-wise. Gotta hope so, at least.
One of the things I hate about being fixed up with someone, either as a man or a woman, is that it gives third parties an interest in my personal life. More than an interest, really, almost a stake. Because if person A sets persons B and C up and it doesn't stick, not only does person A have to worry about practical things, like trying not to invite B and C to the same party without slighting either of them, but it indicates that person A perhaps doesn't know her friends quite as well as she'd thought. And, of course, there's always the possibility that if person B finds person C to be exactly what he neither needs nor wants, well, person B might harbor some resentment toward person A for inflicting person C upon him.
And, yeah, I guess I kind of felt that way toward Jen today. One of the most frustrating things about living Michelle's life is that she apparently never went to college and is just the receptionist, so people can sometimes be rather patronizing toward her. Kate and Jen have been really good about not being that way, especially once we're out of the "work" arena and into hobbies or just hanging out, but last night annoyed me. I know I must give off signals that say I'm a mess, that no matter how well I rehearse and practice, there's something not right about me. I just don't like the idea of other people trying to fix me; they'll have the wrong idea about what I want to be and, besides, I'd like to fix myself if I can.
Kate always asks about the Ass-Kicking at lunch, out of morbid curiosity. I told her that it was decent as far as exploitation flicks go, but that's sort of a sliding scale. Jen said it was fun to watch Carlos pretend not to enjoy it, and I mentioned that Paul didn't like it, so we had to go our separate ways. Jen was sort of disappointed, saying he always struck her as a nice guy, but said she could see him being a little too into trying to "help" someone, now that I mentioned it. Wanting to rescue people was good for his job, but not so much for his personal life. She asked if I forgave her, and I said yes... "Besides, Jen, you should be proud of me; I broke it off before the sex date."
I know, some folks hate the baseball stuff, but let me just say this: I'm glad Andy Petitte signed with the Astros not so much because it means the Yankees won't have him (they'll get someone else, apparently Kevin Brown), but because so many Yankee fans didn't even consider the possibility that he wouldn't resign and were just treating it as a given when discussing next year's roster on-line.
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