Thursday - Saturday

As I expected, Thursday was a very long but very fun day. I did a bunch of random stuff throughout the day to help with set-up for the event and then from about 3.30-6.30, I basically played personal assistant for my roommate--running errands for her, reminding her that we had to go home to change, and making sure that she was still breathing.

The event went off without a hitch. They didn't raise as much money as they had hoped (100k) but they did do quite well (75k).

And the minister did come to be my date for the evening. And that went quite well. The conversation was a little awkward I thought but I was also really quite tired and somewhat zombie-like after a long day. But, we had a really good time and hung out until almost midnight when the DJ finally stopped playing music. We stood outside in the cold talking--which was silly since it wasn't as if they had kicked us out of the space, just that the DJ had stopped playing. The conversation kept having more and longer awkward pauses until he finally said to me, 'I have a dilemma.' 'Oh?' I said. He said, 'If I kiss you, and it all ends horribly...' I finished his sentence, 'Then you'll have to go somewhere else to get your coffee...' I suggested that there was the theory that we're both adults and could manage to be civil to one another if that happened. There was a bit more witty repartee and then he finally kissed me. Sweetly. In the freezing cold. We talked and kissed a bit more and I finally suggested that we either go back inside or he walk me home since I was cold. So he drove me home (not very far, which was why I had suggested walking) and we were up until about 3 talking (for about 95% of that time--honest!).

Yesterday I worked and actually managed to get out at a reasonable time and then met up with the boy for a late dinner with entertainment provided by my drunken roommate and friends who popped in to say hello. After leaving the bar, we went back to his place and talked again until after 3.

I admitted to him on Thursday that he somewhat intimidates me due to his combination of brains and beauty and the interest of those brains and beauty in me. He countered by asking if I only managed to date ugly, stupid people usually. I said no but although I wouldn't say that any of my serious ex's were stupid, I could not have discussed Israeli politics and the location of the right to privacy in the US Constitution in the same night with them. Even one of those topics probably would have been pushing it. He suggested that there's really no reason for me to be intimidated since it's clear that I can hold my own with him intellectually and that, according to him, I'm just as beautiful.

I've definitely enjoyed spending time with him over the past couple of days. Still, the hairdresser is at the back of my mind. They're two rather different people needless to say. I think that one of the things that I find really attractive about the hairdresser is that he's not at all afraid of his existence as a sexual being. The time that I spent with him was very sexually charged in a very good way. At the same time, we had a lot to talk about even if it wasn't Israeli politics. The minister on the other hand, is attractive for reasons at the opposite end of the spectrum. His intelligence is really hot. Which isn't to say that he isn't physically hot--because he is--but his physical presence isn't as raw as the hairdresser's is, if that makes sense.

All the same, I'm not stupid enough to sit this out due to the fact that I'm still interested in the hairdresser although he's not ready for something. We only saw each other twice. And now he's called things off with no real indication that he's going to change his mind any time soon. Both present really interesting possibilities and it only makes sense to go with what there is to go with. Which sort of makes it sound as if I'm settling for the minister as a sort of consolation prize, which isn't at all the way I'm looking at it.

In any event, as a result of my lack of sleep over the past couple of nights, I'm a complete zombie right now. Almost too tired to sleep. I had the chance to fill in for the dishwasher at my usual restaurant tonight on short notice. It would have been some easy extra cash. But it's only 7.30--only half way through service--and I'm sure that I would have fallen asleep slumped against the Hobart (the dishwashing machine). I'll get a good night's sleep tonight and hopefully be ready to go tomorrow which theoretically is my Monday. Although my weekend was only one day this week. Alas. It could be worse. It could have been zero days if I had washed dishes tonight.

On an entirely random note, I think I might try to read Moby-Dick again. This would be my third attempt. Maybe I'll get through it this time. Maybe.