May 18, 2002
Saturday

Can I just date the world?

Steph thinks that Austin and I make a cute couple. I told her things were progressing along quite slow, but apparently that's good. She's going to be my dating mentor, I think. I definitely need one. It didn't seem right to tell her that I've also taken a "love at first sight" interest in a woman (Amber) that Austin introduced me to at the Star Wars movie last night; and that what I really need is a Poly dating mentor.

That's me in a nutshell. A thin sliver of sunlight peeks through the dark clouds which is my dating life, and all of a sudden I'm fantasizing about the impossible, what it might be like to date these two people at the same time. They do seem to get along well. And though I know precious little about Austin and even less about Amber, I have this feeling like I've know them a long time.

Of course, the likelihood of a three-way relationship coming together spontaneously must be infinitesimal. Does person A like person B? Does B like C? Does C like A? Does person B like peson A? Does C like peson B? Does person A like person C? Are at least two persons bi? Are all three persons interested in a relationship together?

Yep -- that's going happen. And in my case, can lightning strike in the same place twice? During the same window of time?

Though there is a lot of love to go around, you know. And I can't help thinking that three would be a good number. It's not so large that people wouldn't have enough time to spend with each other, or would break off into pairs. And it seems like a stable number. As though a third person could absorb tensions that might spring up between the other two.

Oh, why must my thoughts and feelings be so odd?

Goddess knows, I'll be happy enough if something happens with Austin. He's a nice guy. We all played non-competitive Scrabble tonight. And Boggle. It was loads of fun.

And speaking of good things tonight, Dennis (yoga instructor) reminded me that he is selling his house. He also reminded me of the location -- which is a place I'd love to live. And the price is even right. It all sounds too good to be true. I gave him my contact information and hope to see it soon. (Boing! Boing! Boing! Yea!)

As I mentioned above, Austin introduced me to Amber (in addition to several other people) last night at… Attack of the Clones. I could have boycotted it based on title alone. And given the insult of the last movie, I had thought to perhaps not even see this one. But… Austin was going and invited me along, to which I obviously said yes.

I'm happy to report that the movie wasn't irritating. And furthermore, that it was visually stunning. I've been using those two words -- visually stunning -- repeatedly when describing the film to friends. Amy pointed out that Lucas seemed finally able to visually do what he wanted. It certainly seems that way at least.

On the whole, the movie was only average. If they had spent half the time developing the romance as they did on fight scenes, it might have been plausible. The relationship between OB1 and Anakin is defined, not established. And the last half of the movie was an orgy of pure adrenaline. Of course, now that I think about it, so were the opening scenes. You get the picture. I'll see it again on the big screen, -- if only for it's sheer beauty.

Filling in the blanks of this daily log, I would mention that I took my car for an oil change yesterday. What I got, however, was an oil change and a new "Resonator." It seems to me that my car now should have combat capabilities -- having a new Resonator. It certainly sounds like something the starship Enterprise might have equipped. But instead, it's just a pipe of some sort through which exhaust flows. And as such, definitely not worth the extra $350 dollars to replace.

As for today? I slept. I was in bed at 2am Friday night/Saturday morning and I woke up at 11am this afternoon. Until 2pm, I did some housework -- such as taking out the garbage. And then I slept some more until 5pm. It is not acceptable to be wasting my days like this! Of course, as I write this the time is four o'clock Sunday morning. Maybe I'm mkaing up for lost time? But enough about that; I don't want to dwell any more on the unsolved mystery of my sleep patterns.

The only other thing of note is that, during my brief window of consciousness this afternoon, I had a craving for poetry that was so strong I had no choice but to indulge. And before going to the Scream'n Bean tonight, I stopped at Borders Books to pick up some more.

My emotions have been so intense lately. I have to wonder if it has something to do with my Estrogen patches. When my Gynecologist prescribed them, he advised that I should place each patch on my hip. Doctor's instructions are good enough for me, and that's where I've been wearing them for the last couple years, ever since the switch from pills. But I noticed a couple moths ago, while spontaneously reading the directions, that I should be wearing them on my abdomen/tummy. And after doing that, it seems my emotions have been a bit topsy turvy...