Tonight was a night of sitting back and letting other people entertain me. It was fabulous! First, I got to see my little Ter, then it was off to see a play with her. Wrestling Porcelain is a story about a bathroom attendant. It was funny and touching and it just so happens that one of my friends is in it and helped put it all on. Please go support it! It will be playing July 1-24 at the Ontological Theatre at 131 E 10th. Call 212-352-3101 for tickets. Or go to wreckio’s website.
After that, I met up with another friend uptown to see The Notebook. I don’t think I’ve ever cried that much at a movie, but I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Dear The Notebook People, why did you have to extract all the moisture in my body out through my eyes? Does your company feed on it? But, I did really like it and Ryan Gosling is retardedly foxy in a beard. Does a person ever get over their first love?
As I pondered that question on the subway, I looked around and decided to look for another true love. The problem is that only about 1/4 of the people riding my car were even mildly attractive, most of them women. So, of the 1/8 that are mildly attractive men, how many of them would I actually get along with? And of those, how many could meet up to my list of 25 things I look for in a mate (at least 20 out of 25 must be met)? When it comes down to it, the odds of finding a really good match are about as good as winning the jackpot. I am doing the math of dating on a train alone and I’m not even that good at math. Sigh.
do they have, like, a hooked-on-phonics for people who are bad at dating-math?? no? maybe a Kaplan course?