Geez, did I kill this thread?

So, I'm back from my second meeting with the boy. I was bold and asked "are we on a date?" and he said "yes" However, a "but" was hanging there. Aaaaaaaand, the upshot is that he likes me, he's attracted to me, BUT he's working on a spiritual awakening and looking for a woman to go on that journey (okay, I'm being dramatic, but basically, he's looking for a woman who is more into exploring her spirituality than me)

I'm actually pretty bummed out. I like(d) him a lot. And tonight, he talked about how much he loved Firefly. There were quotes! In dialect! He thinks Mal is awesome.

So, we're going to be friends. He's still a great guy. He didn't do anything shitty. He was amazed that I was interested in him. But, I am lacking a key ingredient, and frankly, I completely understand. I'm not happy, but I understand. I'm trying to compare it to if I found out that he was homophobic. Not a direct analogy, but similar. It's important to him and I don't have it.

Ugh, what a downer, Vortex!! I get it, but still.

Next time, Vortex, mention that your spiritual journey is through tantric sex.

Spidra, i'm so sorry about your birthday downer. I have no helpful advice except long distance co-mourning as i recall my 16th birthday when no one showed. After calling everyone who said they would be there, one person answered, apologized for forgetting, and spent the rest of the night walking around the neighborhood trying to comfort me while i cried. The crying is cathartic. The dehydration hangover the next day is nsm, so keep drinking water. I can't even imagine how that would have turned out had i been older.

Hah! Vortex, I think David has the right answer there! You can be spiritual about some things...sex, booze, the amazing interwebs that bring you awesome friends typing things...

I was supposed to go out dancing. But after dinner with javachik and our mutual friend J (who we encouraged to check out b.org) I was so yawn-y and tired, I bailed. Sigh.

Meara's house is adorable and dinner at Lola with her and J was so so fun. I need to make another trip up here to see Buffistas; as it was, I saw J and meara on the sly. I'm actually here as part of a birthday weekend for other (non b.org) friends, hence the not trying to round up the usual suspects.

Have had quite a 24 hours, I fall down now.

day of blah. Nothing working right. 14 hours long. Then, as a nice capper to it. As I was walking from the theater to my car, some asshole pulls into the loading dock playing bad hippity-hop music. Then says "what you lookin at cripple" in his very best bad-ass white rapper voice. Yeah, I'm not too high on being called cripple. Ugg.

No hairpats or anything needed. Just needed to vent in a safe area.

Good morning, Buffistas. I am feeling better.

Suffice it to say I love men who get it

THAT. And there's a speical Shir goldstar for those who don't mix up feminism with silly and unimportant courtesy. I'm looking at you, old men who are at a rush to get the door open for me. It is adorable sometimes, mostly those of you that will later get my seat at the bus because I'm afraid you might fall and hurt yourself during the ride, but until you won't realize why implying that girls above the age of 17 should have a boyfriend, and why catcalling is wrong, and why not all women just "need a husband and few children", it's just offering a band aid for a wound you caused in the first place.

Vortex, I'm sorry to hear about the guy. I think I get what you feel like, and support what David wrote. Also, I think it was great that he told the truth when you asked him. Not many would.

Edit: not a hairpat for omnis, but in addition to the asshole I wanted to be shipped to Israel to have a good kick at after hurting a friend, I'd like the asshole "rapper" that made another friend feel bad to go through the same process.

I won't hairpat, but I will cockpunch. Will that do?