I'm A Train Wreck

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I finally got to the coffee shop in the AM when the cute girl works:

Me: "So, did you do anything special for the most evil of holidays?"

Her: "No. Nothing really..."

Me [thinking]: psyche!

Her: "I just bought a bottle of whiskey for my husband."

Husband?

HUSBAND?

Women behind the counters of coffee shops aren't allowed to be married. There's, like, a law against that.

The thing that made me decide, finally, to ask her was meeting someone at work from another office, crushing on her, then realizing that she was probably gay. This, combined with the seeming failure of figuring out if my NY/LA friend is single, necessitated some sort of action on the romantic movement front. Needless to say, the results were less than satisfying and I grew rather despondent. All this the morning after I read through the script that NY/LA woman sent me. She used my name for the love interest who turns out to be a creep. Not so flattering, but then, this was written a while ago, much of it before she met me. The name was definitely changed after, however. There were some scenes in there that seemed a little similar to conversations we had, but maybe I'm reaching. Either way, it was weird. Good script though.

Of course, I had to write her back and comment on this once I'd read it, thus breaking the no two e-mails in a row without hearing back from her rule (stupid rule anyway). She wrote back, mentioned that she was headed to NY this weekend and said "wish you were coming along". I like that. I like that a lot.

The tweaked back turned out to be very painful. I went to the massage therapist on Tuesday and that has allowed me to make it through the week, but barely. I'm getting carpal tunnel in my right wrist too, which is none too handy when you're on crutches. I'm pretty much a mess.

Oh, and the cute office girl isn't gay, so at least we know I don't have issues there (at least, not this time).

blah.