Last night I fell asleep with a "flash forward" thought in my brain. I imagined a facebook status update of mine saying : "I JUST GOT SIGNED BY AN AGENT!!!" What a wonderful thought to fall asleep to. And, just as my mind was wandering off into the nether regions of sleep, I realized: I'm not thinking about my ex. I'm not thinking about the lack of a boyfriend, I'm not wishing someone was sharing my bed right now... in fact, I like sleeping alone. Wha-?! When did that happen? Oh, hello Change. I didn't see you there. How nice of you to come in.
A case in point: I was on line for an improv show tonight. The Harold Night at the Upright Citizens Brigade (UCB) is a very popular venue and sells out every week. I was in the stand-by line holding a hot cup of Lemon Zinger and wishing my nose would stop leaking down the front of my face. It's fall. I get sick with the change of the season. I've just come to accept it.
I was pretending that there was something interesting on the screen of my iphone so as to avoid the sometimes painfully awkward act of waiting in line, when I looked up at the person who had just joined the line behind me. He was a tall guy, nice smile, and he looked oddly familiar. We caught each other's eyes and I blurted: "you look familiar. Have I met you before?" He smiled.
"No, I don't think so... I'm [Tall guy who dances and has taken classes at the UCB. But, he'll go by 'Tall' for short...]"
Me: (snot's running down my nose, I can't breathe well and I haven't showered in 2 days, plus, I spent the entire day watching a 2 year old pick her nose and shit her diaper, I am by no means glamorous nor do I have the energy to care about any of physical features I am currently sporting) Oh, my mistake. It's nice to meet you, Tall.
Tall: You take classes here? What level are you in?
Me: (ahh, the old: Let's see how advanced you are, and if I should alter my conversation based on your level of expertise... I suck back mucus into my nose instead.) Level 2.
Tall: Oh, ok. That's cool your here to see the Harold Teams. I've decided to retire from taking classes, I've gone up to level 3.
Me: (Well, I haven't scared him off with the snotty nose and the lack of energy, so I might as well pass the time I have to spend in line by talking with this guy) Cool! So, you an actor?
We talked for about 20 minutes. Tall seemed like a nice guy, although I couldn't tell if there was a lack of chemistry on my part or if I was just feeling sick and tired, but I gave him my number anyway once the line started to move. That's the second time I have given my number to a good looking stranger... I'm liking this trend of the "I don't care that much anymore" attitude. Plus, Tall hit on my when I was feeling and looking pretty poopy, if I meet up with him again, I won't have to spend a lot of time or energy looking better than tonight.
Thanks, Change! The place looks great! And I'm getting a lot of numbers...
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