iTunes store is admonishing me now for accessing the account created with my gmail address using my gmail address as the account email address. Then changing the account information to "null" to avert the use of my email and identity.

I suppose I went to far, but they had no way of directly contacting anyone in the middle of the night and I had no way of knowing if this person would commit fraud in my name.

Sigh. I'm going to get into trouble, aren't I?

wow, Billytea ON FIRE today!

They moved me to a new desk at work. The sun, it burns us.

OMG. So, I didn't expect much of this date. But whatever, am trying.

She walks in, and I'm like "hey, way better than her pictures! this is why I give people a chance even if I'm not into the pic! Whoot!"

And we chat. And it's a fine conversation, though I'm not super feeling the emotional connection, whatever. And it gets to teh point where we've finished our drinks, and I go to the bathroom, and when I come back, rather than be like "OK, nice to meet you, "see you around"", which is totally code for "I know I'll see you in a bar one of these days, but I"m not going to call you, please don't call me", she says "So, you seem like a really nice person. But the people I date tend to be really deep. And spiritual. blah blah blah...." I was like "....right. OK then"

I am not deep enough for her. Which is fine, cause when I read her profile I was like "wow, she's too bullshitty pretentious for me", but I gave it a shot.

Oy.

Billytea, You should call Angel, find out what kind of glass they had at Wolfram & Hart. In the meantime, try sunblock.

eta: who the comment was for

Billytea, You should call Angel, find out what kind of glass they had at Wolfram & Hart. In the meantime, try sunblock.

Like on the Simpsons?

Daniel, I have no advice for you. I would just call first thing.

ugh, meara, she just met you, right? So's how she supposed to know if you are deep or not? WhatEV mang.

I am not deep enough for her. Which is fine, cause when I read her profile I was like "wow, she's too bullshitty pretentious for me"

Ah, yes, the naval-gazing pretentious "deep" and "spiritual" type. I guess it's better to figure it out right away than have it gradually reveal itself over multiple dates.

I think I figured out why I've been having such bad time management problems lately, especially at home. Part of the problem is that I need to actually USE a system like Getting Things Done or FlyLady's lists instead of just thinking about what a good idea it would be (and I spent an hour or two on project and task lists today).

But the big thing is learning to flow around interruptions. I'd gotten to the point where I hardly did anything while Annabel was awake. Then I realized the pattern. I'd be trying to pay the bills or respond to my critique partners or whatever, and Annabel would need me or just want to play, and once her attention drifted elsewhere, it'd take me forever to go back to what I was doing--all because over the years I got into the bad habit of going through this internet procrastination ritual of checking b.org, all my blogs, my email, etc. before going to work. And I do it EVERY TIME, no matter how recently I last checked them. So it's like half an hour checking blogs, email, DailyKos, etc., five minutes of work, twenty minutes playing with Annabel, half an hour checking blogs, five minutes of work before Annabel asks for a glass of milk, lather, rinse, repeat.

So now I'm trying to break the procrastination ritual. And I've gotten a ton of stuff done today, too. I just have to make it stick somehow...

Yeah, this was a semi-blind (from the internet) date. She was the one who originally contacted me. And I'm not sure if it was the mention of America's Next Top Model, or the flat-out saying that I'm really not that introspective, but....heck, I felt like the religion talk was appropriately not-shallow...

Whatever. Her shamanic journey will go on without me. OY.

Meara, don't let the "first/only dates" get you down. I feel your pain. Part of me is desperate to want a mate, and start to think "oo, if I..." then I realize, eh, she's not the one for me. Keep your chin up luv, we'll find our mates.