FAIL

Well the date I was so excited about was kind of a non-event. I got all dolled up, picked her up and took her out for a lovely Italian meal downtown. The food and service were great and afterward we held hands and strolled down to Union Sq, then I took her home. It was a good time and we got along fine but...no sparks. It was just kind of OK. Nothing terrible, nothing great.
I didn't get the sense that I was getting her wet. My first date with Bren we could both could feel the electricity and the kissing was totally hot. Last night's kiss hello and kiss goodbye were the same; on the lips, no shivers down the spine. I think she enjoyed it and we might go out again but I don't have any high hopes for a long term thing. Not that anything untoward happened but it just feels like FAIL. Oh well. She wasn't as sexy as I remember her being. Maybe because I got fabulously laid the night before? Humph.

How De Keyser Got Him Groove Bach, Mon

Wow. A lot can happen in a 24 hour period. You can get the beautiful guitar you bought online in the mail and fall in love with it. You can call a girl you met at a party and convince her she should have dinner with you the following night. You can go to a Dweezil Zappa concert with your sponsor to celebrate your 300th day of continuous sobriety and have a really great time. You can go to a jam session and watch two of the best local guitarists jam the last jam of the night. You can get thrown out of the place for making out in the ladies' room with the two hottest girls there. You can take them both home with you for an all night threesome. You can drive them home in the morning and leave them off with a kiss and a promise of a return engagement, go home, shower and go off to work like nothing happened. Then you can blog about it. The King Has Returned. God, I missed that bastard!

A question for the ladies

OK. You, my female friends, are probably best qualified to answer this question.

First some background.

I went to a party Saturday night and met this woman Beautiful Shrink who told me she works as a psychologist at NYU. That detail is important so remember it. She was there with a guy Andrew but I could sense there were no sparks happening there. We talked quite a bit and seemed to hit it off. She was making lots of eye contact, touching my arm, my knee. letting her foot touch my leg...definite "I like you" signs. When I walked away my friend's wife said "So are you here with someone?" and she said "Yeah but I think he's going to just be a friend." and the message was clear she was single. As an experiment I said goodbye to some friends and went to leave without saying goodbye to her. She came after me. I gave her my business card and told her to call me the next day if she was going running and I'd join her. She put it in her bra since she had no purse and I left. This sounds like a woman who is interested right? Yesterday, no call. So far today, no call. So I looked her up on the internet. How many Beautiful Shrinks at NYU? One and it's her (they have profiles and it's her picture).

The question: If I call her is it going to creep her out?

My guy friends say DON'T DO IT but if I don't I have no other way to contact her and I might miss the window of opportunity where this beautiful seemingly interested woman my age is single. In my experience a woman will NEVER be the first one to call a man. I guess if she were THAT interested she would have contrived to give me HER number but she WAS there with a date...

Is it so weird and far fetched to say (in effect) "Hey I thought you might have misplaced my card (out of your bra?) so I looked you up at work. I hope you don't mind. Anyway, how about dinner?" Also, should I wait another day or two or just go for it? My instincts say faint heart never won fair lady and I should go for it. I might be a little weirded out but I'd be flattered and she DID tell me her name, what she did and where exactly she worked. Maybe that was a hint? Look me up? Please advise.
UPDATE:
I called her and left a remarkably lucid message.
"Hi this is King Verbal calling for Beautiful Shrink.
Please give me a call when you get this.
Day & Evening Phone #'s...
Have a great day."

I hope y'all were right. More importantly I hope she calls back. I really like this girl. Whatever. It's all just a recipe for more heartbreak either way, right? Just fuckin' shoot me now.

BTW While I was looking for her I discovered something interesting. Taken as a whole the psychologists in NYC are an AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL group of women!!!!! Whoa! I can't think of any other profession that attracts that many gorgeous women except maybe stripper. Hmm.

Weekend Update

Jane you ignorant slut! Wassup peeples? For the few that come by on Mondays I thought I'd post a little update since my last cryptic and depressing message. Once again TLOML (the love of my life) Miss Brenda has decided she needs more time before she can safely fuck me with enough emotional detachment so our big labor day weekend fuckfest is cancelled. Thanks a lot bitch. Thanks for making me tell my mother "Sorry, Brenda's more important than you and your visit." and then leaving me twisting in the breeze again. Way to go. So I was fairly suicidal all weekend. I went to a meeting and some dumb fuck said "Well after 10 years is when it gets REALLY hard." Thanks a lot fuckhead. I'm not even at ten months yet and I'm clawing my fuckin eyeballs out. Dick. Keep that shit to yourself. I met a beautiful, wonderful girl at a party Saturday night. Christie is a psychologist from North Carloina. Man it's love. Alas, I gave her my number and she didn't choose to call so once again I'm totally bummed. She seemed so into me! The gig went mediocre. We got $30 each for a one hour set which is pretty much scale but no one was into it including us so it was kind of depressing and I went home alone again. It's amazing that I haven't gotten drunk or killed myself yet. I had breakfast with a friend in worse shape than me Sunday AM. He's been in NY for like 7 years and hasn't had a girlfriend in that time. Whoa! I can't picture not getting laid for 7 years. HE was not sympathetic to my plight of having options I didn't want. He'd be satisfied with anything. I was unhappy I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet. I gave a guitar lesson this weekend. Made $60 in an hour and got out of myself for a while. That was the most serenity I had all weekend. I'm a big steaming pile of want what I want when I want it. Meh. 296 days today. I gues I should do somehting to celebrate 300 days on Friday but I have a gig so...whatever. Let's see if I can get through today. Tonight I'm blowing off a rehearsal that I need to go see Dweezil Zappa's "Zappa Plays Zappa" schtick. I was drunk when I saw it last. I wonder if it will seem better or worse.

Sometimes you kick, sometimes you get kicked

I'm really tired of getting the shit kicked out of my heart. Really.

Bummer. Fraud.

Well, the first of two new guitars arrived today and it is in fact NOT the guitar I paid $900 for. It's a cheap assed Mexican knockoff. There was no real way to tell from the pictures and I think the woman who sold it to me did so in good faith (believing it to be what the hand written paperwork claimed) but it's not. So I sent her an email and we'll see if I end up totally ripped off or just out the price of the shipping. I'd sure like to see that $900 again... If not I guess it isn't the end f the world. It's hardly a greeat guitar but it's not totally unusable. Maybe I'll light it on fire and smash it at the next show LOL BTW apropos of nothing I really want to drink today. There was this really drunk guy falling all over himself at the show last night and I was disgusted but today my disease is telling me to BE that guy. Sad. I'm just lonely and depressed and I want some love and failing that I want to bash my brains out on the rocks at the bottom of a glass full of alcohol. Welcome to my world.

Hello HNT

On display here is ny new addiction to Coca-Cola Classic. Original formula. Can you even find new Coke anymore? People used to say to me before I quit drinking "Well you wouldn't sit down and drink a case of COKE!" Oh wouldn't I? Yes, apparently I would. SO I desperately need to quit drinking all this soda because it's killing all my gains from the gym last year. I need to find a new local gym and get backl to work. I'll never get laid looking like this!

On display here is my new addiction to buying vintage Fender stratocaster guitars. This is a 1988 reissue of a 1962 strat in a lovely lake placid blue. I spent about $6000 on guitars this year alone. That's more than I spent on guitars in the last 20 years LOL! It's a good thing I'm not married because my wife would kill me. People keep asking me why these guitars. Well for one thing since I switched to Fender American vintage guitars from lame-assed Japanese imports from the 80's my playing got about 1000 times better, literally. For another thing I've tried Gibsons, the other major American brand, and just never found a guitar that suited me. These are light, fast, beautiful, functional and affordable. Mostly affordable. Oh, and they seem to appreciate quite a bit in value. So I now have 5 vintage strats. I plan to buy one more soon. A white one. You may think I'm crazy for wanting the same guitar in red, white and blue but WTF? It'll look cool with them lined up behind me onstage. They're like women, you need a steady and two alternates LOL IF ONLY! The funny thing about that is, like women, I always end up sticking to one. I'm probably going to sell Ursula because I just can't play her anymore. The 57 with the jumbo frets just doesn't feel right. Mary, the 70's style natural finish is my backup guitar now but I might have to sell her too. She's brand new and mint so it should be easy enough. Not that I want to sell these but heck how many can you play at once. I don't want to have them laying around unloved just to increase in value. Instruments are meant to be played. I'm very curious how the brand new sunburst one is going to be. HHNT everyone!