August 24, 2006
I learned that she was an artist and she obviously lived for it. There was bits of paint on her shoes and when she told me she stretched canvass onto frames, I was indeed impressed. Anyone that knows me knows that I am attracted to artists, and artist that actually do something with their talent is something I highly admire. All while at the same time one of the things that utterly disgusts me are people gifted w/ artistic talent and do absolutely NOTHING with it. So I'm conversing with this adorable blonde and I ask about silk screening and she does that too, so of course I offer her a position doing work with me on my new ultra-viXXXxens project. And she'd like to, if she wasn't leaving off to Ireland for 6 months.
Well that just figures, and we chatted a few and her friends left and we chatted a few minutes more and she parted ways with me.
Well as it stands, she will forever be the most attractive woman I've ever layed my eyes upon and her brief time and/or flirting made me feel a lot better than I have in a long time. So my dear, if you come across this rant, if you even know who I am my offer stands upon your return. You know where to find me.
With a smile on my face and Grego at my side the whiskey had kicked in and we were kicked out of the gallery as they closed up and we were in a cab on our way to, of course, Ranalli's.
A little after arriving Heather finally showed up, looking great as usual, but oh so very much later than anticipated. We chatted and she did about 3 tarot readings and asked if we wanted to head to the Abbey Pub to take in a band. I had enough as did Greg and this would be our last stop of the night. And after Heather left we goofed off a bit more, I flirted w./ Megan who looks great behind the bar in her short short hot pants, and we parted ways greg in a cab heading south, myself in a cab going north.
I woke up fairly early Sunday morning and saw that Gade had sent me the following email."Morgan and I are planning on going to the Holiday Club for mimosas. I think around 10 or 10:30. Join us!" and my dear girl was not in a good mood, and to me this was a first. So when we all met at the sidewalk cafe of Holiday Club, Morgan and I were doing are damned-est to cheer our girl up. It took awhile but after ragging almost every passerby and offending some hipsters Gade let that beautiful smile out. I had share a few pitchers with them and went home still smiling and in a great mood from the events of the previous nights and I stripped down to my boxers and watched movies all afternoon till Entourage came on at 9 and then I went to sleep.
With her image still in my head I had pleasant dreams and at work the next day my coworker who had taken the adventure in with us at West Fest spoke to me of some of the ladies passing though my life and commented on how much she thought of the little artsy former Lolita. I agreed. And as much as I appreciate the ladies passing through my life I still hold out hope that there will be eventually one, the one that believes in a romantic everlasting, tolerant love.
As long as I'm single I may as well make it look good and have fun.
Till then I remain Alex Zander, quintessential bad boy, the dark Angel of Rock n Roll, father of the ultra-viXXXens, the underground Hugh Hefner, and if/when that woman does enter my life at some point, she's gonna have to look as attractive and be as driven and as sweet as a little lady going off to Ireland.
And dear friends, that is what has taken me 4 days to compose.
Tomorrow the weekend is upon us again. I want to be ready.