About last night...

Ok so yesterday I was writing from the depths of boredom. Today, I have a more exciting tale of my night last night. It was an emotional rollercoaster.

Let me start with this: I went to Pete's Candy Store in Williamsburg to participate in Wednesday night's Trivia night. Paired up with some girls there to be on their team since we arrived late. It felt like I was back in school, some very nerdy people all sitting very seriously and studiously around tables, pens and papers in hand. The questions were ridiculously hard and random. It was not trivia of the average person. I felt dumb. But I had some Long Island Iced Tea's and that made it all okay.

One of the girls we paired up with was a very cute, if not slightly butchy, girl from Hawaii. For whatever reason (probably a combination of boredom, loneliness and the LIT's) I was sort of feeling her. I was definitely having a bi-curious moment. Anyway I tried to get some play on that only to be told I wasn't her type!! Ugh the rejection!! I felt pretty sad after that and was getting pretty down on myself. I don't know what I expected. Apparently not that. So I left he bar feeling pretty buzzed and depressed. What a great combination. Onto my next conquest.

Driving through Williamsburg, I stumbled across a television crew that was filming something. I stopped at the red light where it was all happening. This ridiculously cute man (part of the crew) was standing there in the street so I rolled down my window and asked him what all the fuss was about. He proceeded to tell me they are filiming a pilot for a show called Gossip Girls and that it's a New York version of The O.C. He then pointed out to me the guy who produces The O.C. or whatever. Well of course I had no idea of either who he was talking about or who he was pointing to but ok.

We pulled away and somehow I felt compelled to go back and want to speak to this man. He was really cute in the dorky way that I love. I waited a bit and then circled around again. This time with my phone open and in hand so I could get a drive-by number! I knew he was working and didn't want to make a scene so I figured if I just rolled up and asked for digits, we'd be good to go.

The drive-by went like this: we pull up, stop, roll the window down and I wave him over. He says "you again?" To which I start babbling and he puts his fingers to his lips to silence me and says in a whisper "We're filming right now, go around the block again". Who am I to say no?

Go around the block again. I pull up again, roll down the window. Phone open and ready again. I start babbling again about how I know he's working but I want to take him out sometime and can I have his number. First sentence out of his mouth is "I don't make a lot of money!" Well right there I think we know that we are perfect for eachother. I started cracking up and say "I really don't care how much money you make. " My assumption is that he thought that I was all starstruck and caught up and wanted to date him because of what he does. HAH! I have no clue what it is he does, nor do I care, nor do I want him to try to get me on TV. The horror! I just wanted to take him out.

The conversation went on, I found out that he lives here and not in L.A., he has crazy work hours, and I finally got those digits. And I did the age old experiment of calling him right then and there to make sure I wasn't getting duped. Can we say paranoid??

I pulled away victorious. I then text messaged him and I'm supposed to call him today to sort it out and get together tomorrow. Whew. Crazy.

The night didn't end there. We tried to go to a spontaneous dinner at Peter Luger's...crazy I know. Pit stop at the bank to get some cash. And we couldn't be seated. Apparently thier last reservation is 9:45 and it was now 10:30. Oh well. Kellogg diner we go.

And that was that. Now back at work and getting myself all worked up over having to call this guy and make a date plan. What is wrong with me? And why is my life a sitcom?