November 21, 2009

Dear Diary,

So I'm sitting here in my friend's living room and reflecting on not only the past couple of days, but on life since we last saw each other. And not only that, but since college even. And it's been really good to talk to her and to see her and to reflect on our lives. I have found in this journey that it's really important to have close girl friends like her.

This weekend has been really great, so far. It started with the fact that I actually sat next to a hot, nice, single guy on the plane up here. And the entire time I was thinking, "How can I seem approachable and friendly, and yet not be the instigator of the conversation?" So I put away my iPod, my book, my sudoku puzzle, and I smiled. ...And sat...and twiddled my thumbs...I messed with the light above my seat, the window next to me, the air vents. Ordered some peanuts and a diet coke. Wondered exactly what is club soda. And never said a word. Neither did he. He on the other hand, although friendly while boarding, proceeded to bury his nose in a book and his ears in some headphones. He was unapproachable. Finally as we were landing, I asked him the time. And he responded with a smile. But nothing else. So as we taxied up to the terminal, I asked him if he was from Cincinnati. And he was. And finally we had a conversation. For that 15 minutes or so during the departure procedures. He was very nice. Very handsome. And very much had a girlfriend. But he satisfies all those criteria we were looking for. So there's one for the log.

My visit with Radar was nice, but not significant.

My visit with Bing however, couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it myself. How could Bing ever disappoint. Anyway, if you've never seen the stage production of "White Christmas" and you have the opportunity this season. Do it. You won't regret it.

So we'll see what tomorrow holds...