More and more

Some of my friends have postulated that I have an odd ability to befriend people who will need me in a significant way at some point. Some of my friends consider this a weakness. Some of my friend consider this a strength. Some of my friends probably don't think this is true anyways. I think that I do tend to meet people who are in hard places in life. Or maybe everyone has those hard places, and I just tend to be around when they go down. Whatever. The point is that I seem to always be called on during major crises. I've mentioned before that I love this about my life. It is kind of like being good at a really important job. I don't know, like being a food safety investigator who has never let an outbreak of E. Coli slip by on his watch or something. I mean, the other thing here is that people define crisis in different ways. For some, the crisis is simply whether or not to take a chance on loving someone unexpected. For others, it is whether they are going to be able to survive living with their parents any longer. For others still it is whether they will have a home and their daughter when they leave. I helped Terra move out of her mesa house and away from her raging husband. I packed up her uhaul. I drove to tucson to help unload it. I even slept there and tried to help console her. I tried to convince Heather that it was going to work out (it did). Et cetera et cetera. Et Set Terra. I wonder if it is that people who need me find me, or that people that I need find me. Or maybe that I'm just more aware of people who need help. I don't know. I think that it really comes down to whether I'm here for everyone else, or if they're here for me.

The New List

I'm operating under the premise that Bunna girl is going to more or less continue blowing me off, so here are the two new contenders:

Ironwoman (remember her?). She is a pro triathlete who works at the running store wherein I spend lots of money to flirt with her. She could conceivably be a lesbian, but I'm thinking she isn't. She also may have responded to my preliminary flirtations so I'm going to check back in on her after her next race or two when she has fewer time commitments.

Neighbor. She lives across the street and a house over. She lives with Elizabeth who dated Tree and who also lost my ipod. I've seen Neighbor in Cartel and always found her to be a cutie pie. Anywaaaaaaaaays Louis, Adam and I went to Rosita's for dinner (thanks for dinner, Adam) and she was the hostess girl, so I talked to her a little bit. She invited me to their party next Saturday. We'll see. She may be a druggie, but that's only based on her being friends with a modern want to be hippy. That's all.

Just a sec

Bunna girl texted me today and said that she wanted to go out later this week and sorry about her last week being crazy and shit.

Spammers are getting pretty literate

Attached to this masterpiece was a jpg in russian or something. Clearly legit.

Hello my new friend!!!
How are you? I hope that at you all Ok.
My name is Ekaterina. To me of 29 years. I was born on October, 12th 1979.
I have found your profile and email address on a site of acquaintances.
I wish to find the favourite person. For me not important what religion and what race there will be a person,
the main thing that in this person such qualities as have been put in pawn:
honesty, trust, sincerity, responsibility, romanticism. I wish to tell to you a little about myself.
I work as the agent under the real estate.
I wish to find the person whom I will love me and which as I will be ready to love and care.
That I could rely on it during the difficult moment.
That it could support me a difficult minute which I as will support.
Really remarkable moment as writes this letter to you, and I pray
That I should hear the good answer and the answer of sweat from you.
You can be in long distance from me, but I believe, that the love can make all.
I believe, that the love can move mountain, and the love can turn a life of people to
Remarkable life and sweet one. Well, I wish, that you have written to me in
E-mail also allows conversation and to learn more about each other.
My new friend I ask, that you have written to me on e-mail: ekaterinavolk@yahoo.com
Because the Internet here is very bad, but on e-mail I can check up mine Mail easily.
I will be great to read the good letter from you.
Hoping in the God of love and in the power of love I hope to receive news from you.
Thanks for reading of my letter.
Ekaterina.

Los Updatos

Okay, real quick:

Told SL what was up, she says that we cannot hang out anymore.
RR texted me today to wish me luck on my first day (at the new job...tomorrow).

Just wanted to make sure I understod.

Siiiiiiigh

I'm getting a little tired of this.

SL has written me yet another long ass myspace message telling me where she stands. As if I didn't already know from the previous four. I'm gonna put a nail in this shit.

कॉफी रेफिल्ल्स

Okay, so do you remember my telling you about the cutest girl ever who worked at Bunna? Well, I'm renaming her (she used to be tagged on here as Coffee, but I recently misused that tag to reference the actual drink, so the change is necessary). I'm going to call her Buster, in reference to Buster from Arrested Development who studied Cartography. This makes sense because she is taking a cartography class right now. Amazing. She is a geography major. In love.

Okay, sooooo, I hadn't seen her in a long time (more or less since I had moved to Tempe from Gilbert, as she had suggested I might like this new coffee shop called Cartel Coffee Lab). What I mean is that I used to go to Bunna, then I stopped because I found that Cartel is amazing. I would still every so often go to Bunna just to flirt with Buster, but she was never there.

About a month ago maybe I was at Cartel and she walked in. Heart stops. She's STILL the cutest girl ever, in case you were wondering. She actually recognized and remembered me, which was fun for me. We spoke for a second and my flaming desire to be engulfed in her fiery embrace was once again doused with the most flammable of combusting liquids. I mean to say that my crush was uncrumpled and recrushed. I liked her again, in other words. However, at that time, things with Roadrunner were just starting to get interesting, so I wrote it off to chance for a second.

She came in again a week or two later and the same thing happened and I decided that if things with Roadrunner didn't work out, she'd be my next big interest.

Fast forward to yesterday.

My car broke down on the way to Sedona/Flagstaff. I had to come back. I didn't tell anyone this, but I felt like there was something that I needed to be here for and that's why maybe my car didn't let me get to Oak Creek. I mean, camping would have been fun, but I would have missed something while I was gone.

Fast forward to today.

I'm sitting in Cartel drawing in my sketchbook. I've been there for a few hours at this point, having no where else to be and not a car to get there in. I look up when the door opens and a vaguely familiar silhouette moves into the room. As she moves closer, the lights wrap around her and reveal her face, complete with new haircut. She walks over and says hi. I compliment her new style. She smiles and asks if she can see what I'm drawing. I hand her the stack of my already finished drawings, since those were better than the one I was working on. I admit that "these are less embarrassing." We talk, and then someone opens the door so I suggest that she get in line, lest she be waiting there forever. I say that I'll stand with her, and she agrees. She orders. She gets her drink. We talk about where she lives. She says that she lives on Mitchell. I mention that that is the same street that Mucho Gusto is on. She says that she has never been there. I say that it is tasty, but expensive. I relay story of Adam almost ordering a $15 bean and no cheese burrito. We laugh. She says that her friends all tell her that she'd like it, but she has just never gone. I say, "Would you like to go with me?" or something like that. She says sure. I pat my pockets adorably and say, "...the one time in my life that I don't have a pen on me...let me get your number." I offer one of my colored markers and the first page of my sketchbook. She doesn't want to draw on one of my drawings. I tell her it's okay, the page is just a protective page for the next page which has an actual drawing on it. She says okay and writes her cutest number in the world. She has a foreign area code. We talk about where she's from. She goes to class.