Thursday, February 11, 2010

Muffled

Sure, it plays hell with transportation, after a day or so it turns disgusting and grey, and the black ice is positively brutal, but still... in those first few hours, I have to admit...

That I absolutely love New York City in the snow.


(The camera on my new phone, it must be said, is also deserving of a little love.)


No cars on Broadway? In the middle of the day?! "Snowmageddon" indeed!



This could, theoretically, be a euphemism for the city as a whole.


The temptation to run in and make a snow angel almost got the better of me... until I remembered that neither my coat, nor my jeans, were waterproof.


It's like the entrance to an underground ice fortress...


Those are going to be positively DEADLY when they are frozen solid. Must remember to tread carefully today.


I'm not sure how much snow fell in total, but it was enough to keep the opening night audience for my show to a minimum, which--considering that it was the first time that we'd actually done the show without stopping, with all light and sound cues, and a (still not quite) finished set--wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It went better than expected, but felt more like an invited dress rehearsal than an opening night. Here's hoping tonight kicks it up a notch.

As to The Model, I haven't heard anything from him since our date, and I realize that, aside from disinterestedly wondering if he'll ever call me again, I don't really think about him all that much. Sure he's attractive, and there is some chemistry, but something just seems a little... off. He puts me on the defensive in a way that I can't quite name, and seems to want or expect me to behave in a way that, well, just isn't me.

Case in point, according to him, my response of "Well I'm free as a bird on Saturday" to his saying he'd missed me was "demanding," and the "proper response" would have been "thank you, I missed you too." Ummmm... hi, I'd met you once. I find it difficult to "miss" someone that I don't actually know. Also, I'm not a parrot. If someone says something nice to me, I don't automatically repeat it back to him, and expecting me to do so seems decidedly self-serving.

So... I don't know. I suppose I haven't entirely written him off. A rocky start is not grounds for immediate dismissal. But by the same token, I am not sitting by the phone anxiously wondering when/if I'll hear from him again, nor do I feel particularly compelled to pursue him myself.

My enthusiasm, like the city under this blanket of snow, has gradually been muffled.

4 comments:

wegrit said...

I'm trying to figure out how to put this nicely...

What is wrong with this guy? One would think that a single, independent woman of your age would not be required to be a smeedge codependent on the first actual date (in fact, one would think that would be discouraged). And that a single, independent woman of your age wouldn't be seen as "demanding" for noting that she's got some free time coming up in response to a statement by someone she's interested in saying that he's been thinking of her. In fact, one would think that's the logical progression of the situation.

If it were me, I'd be done, impossible cheekbones and all.

Kit Halsted said...

Yeah, this guy sounds like a tool. If I had told a woman I had just met that I had missed her, your response would have thrilled me. Sounds like he's trying to teach you how to be his plaything... Next!

Jess said...

OK, you might not have totally written this guy off yet, but I have. Telling you he missed you so soon and then getting offended that you didn't follow the script in return? And then not calling? Sounds to me like he's fishing for someone to bolster his fragile ego, and you should have no part in that. Ugh.

Therapeutic Ramblings said...

I agree with Weg, you should trust your instinct and ignore the good cheek bones.