All the Single Ladies

One of my library friends, Natasha, and I were feeling very sad at the lack of romantic action in our lives. I mean, we’ve been at grad school for almost a semester with nary a makeout between us. We decided to go on a major prowl on Saturday night to rectify the situation. We would not be denied.

We ended up talking quite a bit to some alums who were in town for the Michigan game. They were all Indian, British Indian, or American Indian. One of them was a semi-pro cricket player! Some of them were oldish or married, and some of them were real cute.

I was making very frequent eye contact with a guy across the bar, as well. I went over to introduce my hot self to his hot self. And I suspect the whole thing was an act, because this is just too good to be true: he is Italian and is here for a month to be a pasta expert for the Kraft Foods factory. What! Maybe he can explain why the mac n cheese shapes taste so much better than the tubes. This is a real thing. Anyway, amazing. I am so tickled by accents. Love them. I gave him my number and went back to my horde of Indian men.

Near bar close, Natasha and I moved in on our men of choice. She picked one of the older guys, I picked one of the younger guys. After making out in the alley for a little bit, I decided that I just didn’t want to go through the whole sex thing, so I said goodnight and walked home. Still! An alley makeout! Always a class act, this one. When I checked in with Natasha this afternoon, she was lamenting that her apartment still smelled like men’s cologne. Laid people’s problems, right?

When I got home, I saw I had an email from A, and I got a little drunkenly homesick for New York. If there is anyone who gives no-bullshit advice, it is A. My Ladies! I am saving my pennies for a visit, but the spring seems so far away. And now there are cats involved. I can’t wait.

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Oh lord, this is so good. I am texting with the Italian. I have only changed the names:

Him: Hy [M] i’m [raffaele]…the beautiful italian man…do you remeber me? …… this is my number….i hope to see you tonight for a drink toghether….

Me: Yes, the pasta expert. I was doing homework tonight. Maybe tuesday?

Him: Ok [M]… no problem for me, i’m free every night for a beautiful girl like you… :)

Me: :)

Him: I’m the first italian boy that you know? you  know that the italian mens are very passionate….

Me: Haha. One of my friends was engaged to a [Carmelo] for a while, but she broke his heart.

Him: Sometimes it can happen…but for me the love is lived day by day…do you live alone in champaign?

Me: Yes. You?

Him: Also me…in a hotel near the football stadium….but what do you study at university?

Me: Library science. I am going to sleep soon. Talk to you later?

I will keep you posted, obviously, on this developing story.