Days and Days of Catch-Up

I tried to keep a sort of journal whilst I was away. Tried to check my email. To Pickpocket, WonderWoman and Witchy I say thanks for thinking of me while I was gone. Aww. My wee blogger grrrrrls. ;-)

11.21.04

~I Sure Could Use A Stool

So I am in. A new place and new beginnings. The place is awesome and big. Hard woods. Great view. I am told that I my neighborhood is "the" center of gay and lesbian life in Chicago.

Tonight I stand beside my kitchen counter fiddling with a pc that isn't yet hooked up to the internet. But I crave release and sometimes writing does that for me. And so here I stand, sans stool, typing away in this pseudo-cavernous empty space. The guy below me tooting away on his sax. Very fitting, that. A lonely sound, yes. But one that has always sounded cautiously optimistic to my ears.

I am learning the city fairly rapidly, I think. Not lost once. Map always at the ready just in case. Dare I say that I think I will really love this city? It is huge. I mean the place just goes on and on. Today I found parking each time I wanted it. Got out and wandered around. Beautiful. Middle of November and I think it is beautiful.

Man. I really wanna go down and meet the sax. That is what I shall call him, I think. Sax. My luck it's a damn clarinet. But he tears me because I do want to turn on my music and put together the new futon. (New futon!) Fiddle with the new camera. (New camera!!)

We'll see. For now I will go and rummage around in here and begin to see how the place should be.

I do know that I need a coat rack as here in this city I shall finally have coats. Never before, but here I shall need coats. Ooo. And hats. I look stupid but I do have hats. And who cares how you look? You look more odd when your ears fall off. Right?

~Later

GAY NEIGHBORS!!

Yup. Went next door. Well, across the hall. Hunger drove me out, see. I've no phone book. No internet. No desire to walk into the (what shall I call it?) cross. (Three block away is the center of all the fantastic activity.) (But it's dark and I'm tired. Phtt.) So across the hall I went. His name is Jeremy. Good, for I must always have a Jeremy in my life. I like that this one is gay. He gave me some take-out menus and numbers for utilities. His partner will come and meet me on the morrow.

*sigh* And she settles in...

~And later still...

Jeremy helped me put my futon together. I was of the mind that I could do it myself, but I'm so glad he came over because I couldn't have.

I grow pensive now. I suppose it could be that I am tired. Ready to be in my own bed, even if it is new. Or, it could be that this is a brand new place and that I do have a tendency to get a little introspective at times like this. It all stands waiting.

That's it.

11.22.04

~Glitter

The first day off without a hitch. I may or may not get to go to the conference in February, but that isn't so bad. I managed lots of paperwork and new hire stuff today. They are a wonderful bunch, really. Very professional, which is so refreshing. Very practitioner centric. Also refreshing.

G called today. I'd left my phone at home because I wasn't thinking. She called twice. The second time while sitting in O'Hare. Ugh. That sexy voice sounding reflective and needy telling me she hoped to miss her connection so as to spend an evening with me. How I draw her I do not comprehend. But draw her I have.

11.25.04

~Out

So tonight was supposed to be "the" night to go out. And so I went with M. Met a few girls. Cute. Overall the crowd was very cute. Met one I might have been interested in. Not my "type" specifically but a cute girl and she seemed outgoing and all that. She had that bit of something extra that makes me look twice at girls who don't fall into the specific type. The night was not at all as busy or active as M had implied. No matter. We went to another hole in the ground that I loved, as I love a dive neighborhood bar, but no one was there either. And so me and M and this K girl went to eat. A yummy fattening, very greasy meal was enjoyed by me. Good convo for the most part. Of course, my being republican came up. I was not eviscerated, which was nice. The woman had clearly made a thoughtful decision in her politics.

I guess I'm glad that I went. I need to break into this town slowly. I already know that I will love Chicago. So open. The people so welcoming. Again, it's very refreshing.

11.25.04

~Walking Home

I walked home tonight in a world insulated by a light covering of snow. A world so quiet at 11:30. The first night that I haven't had a spot right outside my door.

Mia took me to a Thanksgiving get-together. A fabulous group of people. Solid folks that I'd love to see again. And one, who lives in my neighborhood, incidently, that I'd love to see more of. G2. 27. Why are they all 27? Good thing that I don't look 35, right? She is very confident. Very sure of herself without being egotistic. Dark hair and eyes, which is outside my general oomph reaction. But if you look at several, hell, most, of the women I've dated, very few actually fall within the short and blonde category.

Shannon. She sticks with me even still. Short. Blonde. Blue. Attitude and coy definitely add. When people ask me my "type", that is always my answer. Short. Blonde. Blue. Shannon. I realized it last night. She has become my ... "type." How is it that she became my ideal? We kissed a lot. But we hardly even dated, let alone slept together. So how is it that Shannon has become that to which I hold all others up?

Anyway. G2. A smartie. I gave my number to a few folks. And her. And a guy that I talked to forever on the porch. He offered me his bowl and I hit it once. Its been a long time and I was driving tonight so I only hit once. But it was enough to slow the constant din in my head. We chatted a lot outside while smoking. He and his girlfriend will likely contact me. Or, at least I hope so.

I also met a girl who was an ex of G2. She is 33 and currently dating a guy. I like that. We talked about it briefly. She is just comfortable enough with her sexuality and her libido to explore it. I like that.

......

In all seriousness, I'd like to be high on my porch. Slow the noise down and really explore what this all means to my head.

Soon, maybe. Soon.