Meeting of the Blogs
I wish you well and so I take my leave,
I pray you know me when we meet again.
-Bill Shakespeare
So last night, I'm chatting on IM with Diane Mandy and she mentions Pho soup. I happen to love Pho, so I suggest we meet and partake of this Vietnamese specialty. She foolishly agrees and the game is afoot. We rendezvous at the restaurant, exchange meetings and greetings and have a seat. For her readers and the curious alike, I'll just state for the record that while she is just as attractive as her photo (if not more-so), she is taller than I thought she'd be. As well, she has great hair and gorgeous eyes. For fear of sounding like a silly school boy, I'll forego any real discussion of how I couldn't look at her eyes too long, lest I be mesmerized by her gaze. As usual, I digress. We order and chat about blogs, relationships, work, and really, just life in general.
Its funny. I happen to think my life is agonizingly boring, and that thought is made abundantly clear as I'm listening to some of Diane's stories about her father's restaurant or some of her dates. I think that perhaps Diane is right, in that we are our toughest critics. Very recently, I've looked at everything that I do, everything that I am, with an overly discerning eye. My writing; vapid and conventional. My body; porcine. My visage; asperous. My dating life; mundane. My work; anesthetic and uninspired. My life; pedestrian.
Though I'm definitely beginning to wonder when my writing became so tangetial and parenthetic.
I will have to say that there was one thing about Ms. Mandy that stood out to me. And honestly, people just don't do enough of this. She looks in your eyes when she speaks and when she listens. She engages you, and that is an excellent quality in a person.
Anyway, we wrap up, as I have to get home to let the Pup Tart out of her crate...erm, I mean condo (as noted by Diane, my little lady, Kiko, is deserving of much more than her little home being called a crate!). Despite my protestations, she pays for dinner, and we receive our fortune cookies.
Confucious say: When you begin to coast, you're on the downgrade. Uh...what? Why do I always get the fucked up fortunes? Sheesh.
All in all, it was really great to meet another blogger here in NC, especially one as charming as Diane. I wonder if we can call this the first NC Blogger Gathering?
I pray you know me when we meet again.
-Bill Shakespeare
So last night, I'm chatting on IM with Diane Mandy and she mentions Pho soup. I happen to love Pho, so I suggest we meet and partake of this Vietnamese specialty. She foolishly agrees and the game is afoot. We rendezvous at the restaurant, exchange meetings and greetings and have a seat. For her readers and the curious alike, I'll just state for the record that while she is just as attractive as her photo (if not more-so), she is taller than I thought she'd be. As well, she has great hair and gorgeous eyes. For fear of sounding like a silly school boy, I'll forego any real discussion of how I couldn't look at her eyes too long, lest I be mesmerized by her gaze. As usual, I digress. We order and chat about blogs, relationships, work, and really, just life in general.
Its funny. I happen to think my life is agonizingly boring, and that thought is made abundantly clear as I'm listening to some of Diane's stories about her father's restaurant or some of her dates. I think that perhaps Diane is right, in that we are our toughest critics. Very recently, I've looked at everything that I do, everything that I am, with an overly discerning eye. My writing; vapid and conventional. My body; porcine. My visage; asperous. My dating life; mundane. My work; anesthetic and uninspired. My life; pedestrian.
Though I'm definitely beginning to wonder when my writing became so tangetial and parenthetic.
I will have to say that there was one thing about Ms. Mandy that stood out to me. And honestly, people just don't do enough of this. She looks in your eyes when she speaks and when she listens. She engages you, and that is an excellent quality in a person.
Anyway, we wrap up, as I have to get home to let the Pup Tart out of her crate...erm, I mean condo (as noted by Diane, my little lady, Kiko, is deserving of much more than her little home being called a crate!). Despite my protestations, she pays for dinner, and we receive our fortune cookies.
Confucious say: When you begin to coast, you're on the downgrade. Uh...what? Why do I always get the fucked up fortunes? Sheesh.
All in all, it was really great to meet another blogger here in NC, especially one as charming as Diane. I wonder if we can call this the first NC Blogger Gathering?
posted by sethro at 8:59:00 AM
6 Comments:
Very, very cool! Blogs bring people together everywhere. It most certainly was the first NC blogger gathering. This former NC resident is jealous :)
Somehow I doubt you're truly porcine, but feeling a little flabby since you've been out of the gym a while.
And my dear, I love your writing. It's more introspective and emotionally honest than most male bloggers. You have very little to be down on yourself about!
And your life, boring? I'm now curious as to what would constitute NOT boring for you, since you have had so much woman-drama of late?
Wow! I feel like I was reviewed by the New York Times and came out unscathed! Thank you for the nice words, sethro. It was great meeting you, too.
Jamy, Thanks for recommending the site! I owe it all to you :)
Keon, I have to admit. I used the thesaurus. Porcine means like a pig. I feel portly ;)
Siryn, I know that's it with the gym. I actually went for a run last night, and feel much better. Guess I'm just going through one of those moods where nothing is good enough.
Diane, oh, you just wait 'til my followup post. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And the girl can so make you laugh. Her sense of humor is over the top. I am sure you had a blast.
Queenofsass, oh, no question, I was in stitches Monday night. I absolutely had a blast, and I'm thinking I owe her dinner since she picked up the check for the soup.
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