Set your calendars for Apocalypse

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

I had a date. With a woman.

Sweet On Geeks finally came through for me. I got an email last week that someone had sent me an ice-breaker-ish thing on the site (it was a picture of a delicious bass, if that makes any difference), so I had to try to remember how to log in there and check it. I read her profile, and sent her a message about some of the common interests we have, and she wrote back, and I wrote back, and this would have kept up as near as I can tell forever, but Melody stepped in and convinced/threatened me to just ask her to go do something already.

I asked her to meet me at a tea place in Pasadena, and she agreed. We met up around 3 this afternoon, and got some tea and talked until 5:30 or so, and then I asked if she wanted to get some dinner, and she did, so we found a place and got something to eat. And then we went back to the parking area, and I asked for her number, and got it. Which makes me wonder if that will negate the lack of cookies ever coming into my life again if I didn’t get someone’s number by the time Melody got back from Brazil, and then not getting anyone’s number by then.

Mystery Progression

Scott wrote this in the late evening:

Following the thread we have Egg, followed by Comet, followed by ???. I’ll know soon.

After a several year hiatus, Alice is once again in my life. She came over for Thanksgiving, and while I’m not exactly panting at her heels, since it has been a few years (and even I kind of give up after a long enough time), she is easy to talk to. Which for me, is kind of a special case.

After some prodding, I’ve set up a lunch date(?) for Saturday, so that will be interesting. After the last time we had a meal together, I didn’t see her for 3 years. I’m pretty sure the lesson picked up from that time is “move faster” so I think I’m going with that.

I really think there is something special about her. I haven’t had a passport for 14 years, but when I was around her last week, listening to her talk about the places she’s been. I really want to get one and go places. Ideally, with her.

Tomorrow never comes

Scott wrote this in the early evening:

It seems like I’m always one day away from updating lately, but then I never do. Primarily because what I was looking forward to the next day, which I could then write about, doesn’t come about. So, I’m going to try to break the streak by being proactive.

Tomorrow, I’m supposed to meet future wife Olivia. Now this is the third time that is supposed to have happened (Tofu Fest, Mel’s BBQ); missing a connection once is fairly understandable, things come up. Twice, sure coincidences happen. Three times would probably be a bit more of a sign to move along. Which would be easy to do, what with the having never met her.

Anyways, I do have to head up to Pasadena after work for this meeting, at some sort of free concert, so thankfully my car air conditioning seems to be working to protect me from the “Oh right, it’s August, and I live in a desert” weather. Looking at the words typed in front of me, a concern dawns. The sum total of my instructions are “talk to her” which seems to be in conflict with the nature of concerts, listening to the concert and not disturbing the various people who wish to do so.

On the plus side, I don’t know much about her, so there is a chance that some sort of conversation mediating question may come to mind. As opposed to my more typical “my brain appears to have locked up trying to determine a question that provides an answer I don’t already know because if I don’t know it, how can I figure out what broad category it lies under, and I obviously can’t ask something I know the answer to because she may know I know the answer already (or at least should) and will be annoyed by me asking anyway or forgetting, and I’m pretty sure about 45 seconds of uncomfortable silence have elapsed while I’ve formed these thoughts and now there is no chance of me having the courage to break the silence, maybe if I will it really hard the earth will open up and swallow me, thus negating my need to figure out what to do”

On the minus side, there is the continual scream of the student who suddenly realizes he has finals in all of his classes tomorrow, and he hasn’t been to any of them yet, running through my mind as well.

On the alternate plus side, there is something called Sweet on Geeks, although so far no one has been sweet on me. Possibly because I don’t have a picture, or much of a profile. Really, that kind of site should try to cut down on the page after page of info to input. I tend to get snippy with it after a while and start working against myself.

Well, I smell good

Scott wrote this just before lunchtime:

So, I’m taking a shower, but not really paying much attention; mostly just going by instinct and physical memory of the motions. And then there is that moment of clarity where I realize I’ve just done something stupid, and that I have managed to put Axe Affect bodywash in my hair. It has kind of the same consistency as shampoo, so it’s kind of a natural motion to go for the head, but it’s not really the ideal thing to do as the smell just kind of lingers in the hair.

On a completely unrelated note, it’s touch-football day, so I get to go get some exercise with various people, including a nice young lady who played last time and was very good in that “athletic prowess is unbelievably sexy” kind of way. It’s probably some sort of odd mental conditioning thing dating back to all those days of cross country and track during the teen years, or perhaps farther back towards the “hey, I bet she could outrun the rest of the tribe in case of sabertooth tiger attack and would pass that trait on to her children” idea.

Pho No!

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

My favorite place for Pho seems to have closed, so now I have to find somewhere else to go. They did finally get the grand opening sign taken down, I’d kind of been wondering when they’d stop being newly opened. I just didn’t expect that it would be at the same time they closed down to be replaced by a mexican restaurant (coming soon) of some sort.

Now, on the Liz situation, I think we’ve come to some sort of understanding. At this point, we’re just going to keep in touch and get to know eachother better, and then make some decisions in a year or so. My personal goals for the immediate future are to see if I can talk her into occasionally being online while not at work so I can talk to her while not at work myself, and I should probably learn her last name at some point. I’m assuming that she has one.

It’s never easy

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

So, before I left, I thought, “Hey, I’ll have my mail held at the post office so it doesn’t build up in my mail box. Sometimes I’ve gotten notes from my letter carrier about needing to empty it when I go away on vacation and it builds up. So, I’ll have it held and resumed on Saturday so that it’s all there on Sunday when I get back.”

So, it’s now the following Thursday, and after several phone calls about the matter, I still have no mail. The post office is pretty sure I’ll get my mail tomorrow. Then again, they were also pretty sure that I would have it today.

Ok, now that that is out of the way, what I really wanted to write about.

So, I got a message from Melody indicating that Alaskan Cabin-mate Liz was suprised that I do not have a girlfriend, and would be intersted in filling that roll. Now this catches me a little off guard. Not to say I’m not a bit interested myself; once I got past some, possibly, unbased concern over the status of keys to our shared cabin, I really enjoyed spending time around a spirited midwestern girl. And…well…quite frankly, I’m in my 20′s and there is a female sleeping a few feet away, it would be unlikely that I wouldn’t entertain a few fantasies.

I think we should just ignore, for the time being, that two other people satisified those criteria. There’s a limit in the Truthfullness vs Being Kicked Very Hard ratio that I’m just not willing to cross at this point. Particularly when the I’m Going To Neet Advice/Support modifier is added.

So, the pluses, mutal interest and distance. This might be one of the rare occasions where distance is good. It would force things to develop a bit more slowly, which is really what I need since for me it’s all going to be guessing and hoping for the best (and as we know, I have the magical ability to guess the wrong choice in a suspiciously consitent manner).

The minuses, distance. Chicago is a long way. I don’t know if I really want a relationship where the vast majority of the time it’s going to be phone calls (which I’m horrible at). I really want someting I can see and touch to know it’s real.

I guess in the end, I’m stuck at hoping that it works out, but not really believing in it being anyting more than what amounts to practice. Which I do need, but I don’t want to use anyone in that way.

And don’t even get me started on the possiblilites of her wanting to read my blog someday. I really don’t want to think about that outcome right now.

Geek Love, Continued?

Scott wrote this mid-morning:

Last night, it was once again time for a “Wish someone departing the company well” party. Alcohol, pool, and women who go into pole-dancing mode in response to the first of those, the usual stuff. Anyways, out of no where, or more precisely La Jolla, Heidi showed up. So, let’s play, once again, The Words in Scott’s Head, or as it is more commonly known “That boy ain’t right”

*That’s Heidi. What’s she doing here? So, it wasn’t just drunk talk when she said she would still come up when we go out?*

*I knew I should have moved down to that end of the couch, now I can only barely make out what she’s saying*

*Woo! she recalled that I had emailed her about the last outing, and supplied a reason why she couldn’t be there. Now, if only she’d actually responded to the email, so I didn’t have to wait two months to find out*

-Begin Intense Focused Hour of Pool-

*Why don’t to go where I want you to go?*

-End Intense Focused Hour of Pool-

*Oh No! Someone asked about her boyfriend*

*Oh K! Not a boyfriend, just someone she’s been dating, as she only sees him once a week, so he can’t be a boyfriend in her mind*

Words out of my mouth: “So how many times do I need to come down there a week.”

Words out of my boss-squared’s mouth: I really can’t recall, but the general sense was that I’m available and a good listener.

*Updating to Heidi Definition of Boyfriend: See at least 3 times a week, and can call when you want to talk*

*I wish this place was less noisy so I could tell what she’s saying to Kris, I can tell it’s about relationships, and it’s probably important* Note: I was sitting on the stool on one side of her and Kris on the other, and was part of the conversation, it’s not really creepy evesdropping, and the general consensus came out to be that no one really wanted to discuss their situations.

Ok, so maybe I did, but not in that specific circumstance.

Anyways, the remainder of her time there was mosly saying goodbye to people.

No kiss this time, but I did get a hug.

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

So, for the next few weeks I’m going to be obsessively making sure my cell phone is with me at all times, and is not set to vibrate after I’m home and it’s on the table.

Why, you might ask? Well, it seems that shortly before 6PM yesterday, I had a missed call that, since I don’t look at my phone often, I didn’t know about until 6:30AM today when I was getting ready for work. And it was from Alice. Yes, that livejournal entry really is about her. My mind works that way.

I’ll probably never find out what it was about, since she just tends to periodically wander in and out of my life with no warning. Kind of like a comet, only less predictable, but just as catchable. I sent an email asking about it and suggesting that perhaps we should have dinner some time.

But no, I didn’t call. It was a bit too early in the morning for that, and then I was at work, and then I was home dealing with dinner for myself, and then suddenly it’s 9PM (probably not polite to call) and I’m writing this.

I’m good at excuses. Not good at good excuses, just good at having some kind of one.

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

Friday: The last going out with the people at work in the forseeable future.

The person who plans all of our happy hour type activities had her last day with us on Friday, and is now off to Monterey to try to open a restaurant. As she was well liked, it was quite the event with just about everyone coming out to buy her a drink, or other people drinks, or just random unclaimed drinks. I’m pretty good about pacing myself, so I didn’t have any trouble getting home, although, things where a bit questionable round about 7 where I ended up with two tequilla shots essentially back to back. One being “Take a shot with Kim” and the other being “Take Kim’s shot too because ???” I’m sure there was a reason, but I don’t think anyone ever told me.

I always seem to leave just before the interesting things happen. Which I guess means I need to stop leaving.

Saturday: Hooray work and stuff.

Only about an hour at work, so it wasn’t too bad. Then off to do general shopping. I got a 1GB flash drive for $25, so that was a nice find. I don’t expect it to last long for that price, but I don’t really care. I also continued the never-ending quest for new hiking boots. I was close to getting a pair, but they just didn’t quite fit right, so I didn’t. Someday I’ll find you, oh legendary size 8 1/2.

Sunday: Oh right, with the destroying of the world.

I finished Might and Magic VI. That was pretty much my day. When you destroy the alien reactor at the end, you have to use a special item, or it will explode and destroy the world. I always forget about that. But on the plus side, if you do happen to forget, it still says “Congratulations!” on the ending screen. It just explains that you’ve done something wrong as well and now everyone is dead.

Monday: Yay! More work. And food.

Back to work for 4 hours or so. Nothing was horribly wrong, so it was pretty easy. Then it was off to Melody’s for some vegan BBQ. MmmMm….corn, and gluten, and probably soy. And perhaps some of the best peanut butter and chocolate rice crispy treats I’ve ever had.

Oh, and I was supposed to meet someone I might get set up with. And I met her, but apparently no sparks were observed, so that’s probably not going anywhere. So, now I’m waiting until someone from Huston I’m supposed to marry visits in July.

Mmmmmmm :)

Scott wrote this late at night:

“Kiss me goodbye.”

Thought in my head “I’d like to see something try to stop me”

Not quite a friendly kiss on the cheek, not quite something intimate, somewhere in between. To be precise more around the corners of the mouth.

We’ll see how things look in the light of day, but at the moment, I’d say I’m going with “hopeful.”

Now, for the background info.

It is generally agreeed that dating someone you work with, particularly in a small company, is a bad idea. So, while I was aware of a level of interest towards a new hire some months ago, I had no plans of pursuing anything. However, she has since found a new position elsewhere with yesterday being her last day, and today being her going away get together. I don’t think there is any rule about ex-coworkers. So, much of the evening into the now was spent talking with her (no, really, I did) in between other people buying her drinks and socializing. Was she at the “love everyone” stage. Certainly. Am I going to let that spoil my happy memories. Not at all. She specificly made sure I had her email and to promise I’d write to her. And so I will. It can’t hurt, and La Jolla isn’t all that far away.