After Mosaic in Hollywood…
My friend Sarah and I walked the stars to the 25 Degrees restaurant
located in the Roosevelt Hotel. I stopped and took a picture of the Tony Danza star because it reminded me of one of my NYC friends who has had drinks with him on a few occasions. I considered posting the pic on facebook and then tagging her, but then thought she might be facebook friends with Tony and he might not be amused by the post.
Anyway, over
dinner my friend Sarah and I conversed about all sorts of awkward matters. It wasn’t awkward for us, but occasionally
our waiter would stop by to check in on us and every time he did, he’d arrive
just in time to hear Sarah make some remark about something I can’t write about
here. We know we made our
waiter feel awkward - it was absolutely fabulous.
Last night was my final night staying with my friend
George in downtown LA. We’ve been
friends for 16 years, and I think I’ve stayed with him more than any other one
person over the past decade. Staying
with George is pretty much like staying at a 4 or 5 star hotel. He has this extra bedroom and an extra
bathroom fully equipped with white towels from Pottery Barn and a heat lamp for
when you get out of the shower. He likes
visitors and insists I am more than welcome to stay with him whenever I’m in
town. I will be taking him up on this
ongoing offer, but only because I know he means it, and because I also know he won't try putting the moves on me.
Earlier this afternoon I headed up to Santa Monica and
jogged barefoot up the coast. It was my
second time this year jogging this same route along the ocean’s shore. The run felt like a paradise of sorts. But in April it was slightly better because
it was then that I had just received a text from a certain someone.
Funny how certain someones can impact you in certain
ways. Funny to be at a place in my life
where there are multiple certain someones, without an any the one. As I wrote a while
back, my preference would be for one certain someone, but until I find a
someone who I believe is the someone,
I’ll be out dancing in the deepest ocean, just like The Cure sings.
And yes, I swam in the ocean after my run today. I also peed in it, if I'm being perfectly honest. I then hung out with Brennan Manning for a
bit. Not for reals hung out, but I’ve
been rereading one of his books I first read through nearly a dozen
years ago – Ruthless Trust. It’s a book I refer to in my own book and I’m
considering the possibility of including a few quotes from his book in
mine. But I won’t write those quotes
here, not because they’re awkward, like the stuff my friend Sarah said, but
rather because I don’t want to give away what one day might be in my book.
This evening, on my way to LAX, I made one last pit stop
at In-N-Out. My friend Colin met me
there, which makes for a total of 3 non date, dates with 3 different guys
during my stay in LA. I suppose that’s
one aspect of life I miss being in NYC – good guy friends. With the exception
of a few former coworkers, I don’t really have guy friends in New York
City. I think because friendships with
guys in New York are complicated, and aren’t really friendships because who in
New York really wants to start up new friendships with the opposite sex when
you’re in your 30s, just for kicks.
Still, oddly I’m envious of my one friend who recently explained to me she doesn’t have a whole lot of guy friends any more. Instead, she has this one, really good guy friend – her best friend. And so instead divvying her heart out to lots of guys, she gets to keep her heart a bit more intact. AND she even gets to have sex this guy. Now THAT’s the type of guy friend I want.
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