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Name: Andy
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: New York City
Birthday: 1/23/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing Computers Friends Working Out Church Reading Family Singing Sports Traveling Shopping Eating Out Women
Expertise: Enjoying myself
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Porn
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Member Since:
4/24/2002
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| Don't forget to set your clocks an hour forwards this weekend! | | |
| I'm sitting here at LAX airport awaiting my flight back to NY. I still have an hour before I board. Decided to come right after checking out of the hotel. It's been a such long week. I haven't slept much in the past 3 nights. I would be amiss to claim work caused my sleep deprivation. Only one night I worked until 3am. The other days I pulled roughly 12 hours. I got off early Friday(6:30pm) and I got all of Saturday off.
I befriended an employee at the hotel I was staying at. She serves drinks at the elite status concierge lounge. Very affable girl, even beyond the typical domain of people whose wages depend on their ability to cater to you. She took me out and showed me around the LA region 3 nights in a row. We hit up at least 2 venues a night and I did not retire to my room until after 5am each night. I'm currently at the point of exhaustion where my mind second guesses every action I attempt to will to my limbs.
I am afraid to doze off and consequently miss my flight. I almost did that once in Italy. I was at the gate a good hour before they started boarding and by the time I woke up I was the last person to get on the plane. Harrowing experience indeed, compounded by the fact it's an international flight.
I've been having numerous revelations of self. It makes me excited and happy -- two bland adjectives, but that is exactly how I feel.(I'm not quite at elation, as that emotion is reserved for winning the mega millions lottery.) I strongly believe it is important for every person to seek out their own niche in life, their own identity. And a lot if times it requires you to trump conventional wisdom. I don't see how this could be done unless you decide to go outside the box -- your comfort zone.
This not a new concept and I am certain you've been told that before, but no matter what advice people will dispense and force upon you, you still have to figure life out for yourself. I've been doing a lot of that.
One revelation I am having is that the human spirit sees no color and in discovering this, I admit to being close minded to befriending non-Asians. I feel no guilt in displacing some of the blame for this flaw in my character to the environment I was brought up in. I grew up around a lot of Asian people. I attended Chinese school, my church community is Chinese ergo, most of my friends are Chinese.
Recently I've been befriending and going out a bit with non-Asians and I am fascinated. What sounds so trivial was a bit shocking to me -- we enjoy the same things! I was always afraid that my brand of humor would not translate to non-Asian people, but I'm happy to report perverted sex jokes and quipping about feces works with any race!
I've really hit it off with a few coworkers and this past weekend with the friendly girl from my hotel has really opened my eyes. There's this je ne sais quoi quality that causes two people to gravitate towards each other and just flat out get along. It's best defined as chemistry and I now realize that race does not play a huge role into it. Yes, I do know that certain cultures and religions make it very difficult to be diplomatic to everyone else, but one of the perks of living in the US is the diversity and education of the people you interact with daily.(I'm speaking directly to the people who might be reading this and not middle America)
I will save my other revelations for another entry, but for now go befriend someone outside of your race =) | | |
| My day began like any other. The inability to make relevant decisions left me lying in bed free of guilt for an extra few minutes. I normally don't drink on a weeknight, but who can resist free wine? I could not discern if I was hungover or hadn't slept well or both. I know my body felt well rested, but my mind wandered all night. I awoke around 5am to finish a movie I had been watching, only to go back to bed around 6:30, finally waking at 8. The forecast of snow during the latter hours of the day was the only thing to make me reconsider my usual morning routine -- so I wore a sweater instead of a dress shirt. It was one of those days that I knew I would be witnessing in the third person; as if I were merely a spectator. I had no control over what was about to transpire. My fate had already been sealed and I was hopeless to change a thing.
As I drifted off to sleep last night I had suspected the worst. Dub me cynical, pessimistic or even depressed, but this is who I am -- I temper my expectations. 99% of you reading this are probably waiting for a punchline. Something self-deprecating probably related to how feminine I can be. Sorry to disappoint, but this is one of my few serious entries of the year.
Of course only someone of the fairer sex could do something so wretched as to inspire me to write in the serious tense. Frankly, it's pathetic, but what makes for better prose than tragedy? Unrequited like? And the story of my love life -- bad timing. Love is undoubtedly four dimensional, with the 4th dimension being time. I do often proclaim to wield a bit of knowledge on love and relationships, but I can never master time. I am too linear with my approach. There's no sense of urgency lest it be from my mother's goading. My only acknowledgment of time is I can only date a certain age range, but that's utterly silly if ever stopped to think about it. There are plenty of 30+ women not ready and many more under 25 that are.
I spent the better part of this past year very content being single and even now I am fine with the status quo. I've been single so long now I'm afraid to disrupt it. It really feels great to have so many friends again and I'm starting to excel physically, professionally and socially. But along came someone I deemed worthy to break out of this happy median I had reached.
I must've come across at least 15 women this past year. Some were easy to weed out. Others took 2-3 dates. This one had me pretty smitten from the get go. It's the type of attraction that sends waves through the very core of who you thought you were. It confounds your mind and tickles your heart. It's one of those you would never even consider based on advice of your closest friends, but regardless, you felt if you were just given a shot...something amazing could happen. I was hoping for that.
It obviously backfired. Thank God I'm resilient. I'll be fine considering I'll be in sunny LA all of next week. Will be good to get away and mend myself up...on the beach. | | |
| I went last night. Left my digicam at home, but I'll upload pics later.
http://eater.com/archives/2007/10/mousse_on_wheel.php | | |
| There's a Dessert Truck in NY?!
There's a soft opening of the first high-end dessert truck in NY tomorrow. Very excited. It's located at 8th and University Pl.
Check out their menu:
http://www.desserttruck.com/OpeningMenuOct122007.pdf
Everything is $5.
I'll be there around 8-9pm.(Hours listed at www.desserttruck.com) Going to get the "Our Most Decadent Chocolate Cake"
Molten Chocolate Cake
It has a liquid ganache center, sea-salt, roasted pistachios, and a hint of olive oil.
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