The Day After

Here's a quick update on Sunday before I start work for the day.

After Saturday night, I was quite eager to hear what Lizzie had to say about that little exchange with Lynn. They're pretty good friends and talk a lot outside work. Lizzie is also something of a busy body, so I figured she would have a comment.

Strangely, she didn't mention it for the first part of the day. I thought it was a little weird. But finally, while we were on our way out for our live shot for the early show, she brought it up.

"You seemed to have fun last night," she said.

"Yeah, it was nice," I said. I immediately got a mental picture of Lynn's smirking sideways glance.

"What did you think of Lynn?" she asked.

"She's cool," I said. I wanted to say, "She's freakin' hot," but I figured it would be better to play it cool.

"You know she has a boyfriend," she said.

That didn't exactly make me happy.

"No, I didn't know that," I said.

"Yep," she said. "They've been going out for a couple of years now."

Ah crap.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, trying unsuccessfully to sound nonchalant about it.

"Yeah," she said.

"So... I guess they're pretty serious."

"It seems that way," she said.

Dammit. I found myself lost in thought. At that moment I wanted to ask all sorts of questions. Is she happy? Does he treat her well? Does he cheat on her? Does she cheat on him? Is she with him because she really likes him, or just out of convenience? Are they--

"She said you remind her of him," Lizzie said, interrupting my thoughts.

Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? Really, how am I supposed to react to that? If I remind her of how he used to be, before their relationship went sour (as I'm hoping it has) then that would be good. But if they're doing fine, and I remind her of him, what's the good in that?

"Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?" I asked.

"I dunno," she said. "I think she likes you, if that's what you mean."

And that's where we left it, since we were then arriving at the live shot location and both had work to do.

Let's take a moment to sum up my love life. I work mostly with women, many of whom are really hot but are completely disinterested in dating a poor news photographer when they can land a lawyer or mayor's aide or redneck firefighter. In the past eight months (including the time since I last had a steady girlfriend) I have kissed one woman, a long time friend who is now dating one of our mutual friends from college but who wants to come visit me during Spring Break; and I have had a flirtatious encounter with a smirking redhead with whom I refused to dance and who is involved in a long term relationship. The closest thing to sex I've had is hearing my roommate Suzanne through the wall our rooms share, and it looks like that's the best I'll do for a while.

And people are saying my blog is fake because I'm getting too much attention from women?