Checking In?

Well I’ve had quite a few blog-worthy developments in the last few however long it’s been, and I can’t say I’m all that hyped about writing about them.  And maybe that’s what I’m going to write about.  Or whatever.

So.  Since Feb 3, blah blah a ton of shit has happened.  I got on the okcupid for a while.  Which if you couldn’t figure out just by the name is an online dating site–distinguished by it’s status as completely free.  Dudes don’t have to pay to send the ladies emails.  Not only that, it has a facebook-like chat interface thing, so people can constantly harass each other.  There’s a whole mes of other titillating time wasters on it and I’ve gotten a friend of mine hooked (so sorry), but I have since closed my account (sorry, mystery prospects, you’ll have to never meet me and be ok with it).  A few plainly bad dates and one crazy stalker later, and I think I’m ready to fucking throw in the towel on the dating thing.  I think I might have mentioned the whole dating thing last entry… that’s how much I pay attention to my own words.

I made it through Valentine’s Day without giving some nice girl the wrong idea as well, but I may have pissed off a few (passively).  Oh well.  I refuse to take someone out on that day who I’m not semi-serious with, or at least seriously infatuated with.  It’s special.  Reserved for last minute dashes to bed and breakfasts upstate and endless gifts delivered from mail order catalogues specializing in edible arrangements.

And then there was the housewarming brunch.  Quite a terrific success.  I had people come all the way out to Bay Ridge to celebrate my new home, exactly (almost) one year after I signed my papers and got the keys.  I have to say I was a nervous nervous wreck the whole week leading up to it.  AAAnd the first hour, when no-one showed up.  And then people began to trickle in.  Thank God.  I made a shit-load of tiny pancakes called ebelskiver.  They were a hit.  I almost made the mistake of not buying alcohol.  Thank God for S, who convinced me to jog to the liquor store the night before on the off chance they were still open (they were).  Long story short, there was even a second half to the day with pizza ordering and Rock Band playing.

After all the lead-up to it and the cleaning and the painting (had to finish) and the fretting over who would come and who should be invited, I have much less inner compulsion to get my face out there in front of people.  Unfortunately that’s the wrong damn attitude to have now that I’m finally making progress on having and keeping a social network of good people.  Super hard to do in Bay Ridge, and near impossible if you love being a hermit like i do.  This weekend: acrobatic theater in the upper west side.  I hope I can keep the smile going.