The (long) kiss goodbye?

What does a goodbye kiss by a stranger mean exactly? Is it like shaking hands, is it like buying you a drink, is it a statement, a question, a request, a promise...? An action meaningless in itself- like saying "we should do lunch?"

I find that that encounters with an attractive member of the opposite sex, after dark, go something like this... Drinks are consumed, pleasantries exchanged. The where from, who do you know established. Drinks consumed. Maybe a bit of interest unveiled albeit that be in a veiled way. Gradually you get the courage to touch each other in small, unobtrusive ways. Some banter establishing individuality, being opinionated on some unimportant matters. More drinks. And then, if circumstances allow, you proceed "home" to the same place.

....

It's morning. You're awake. The sunlight is filtering through your unwashed windows, nature is stirring, and you are in bed with a stranger. The closeness, familiarity, gone. The darkness and mystery of night, evaporated. You're just you. Your locks come in bedhead style. Your cast off comforter on the floor. Empty water glasses on the bedside table. Where have you landed. Do you know someone better after the last eight hours? Is there any intimacy between you? Where do you pick up.. Is it at the point where you ran into each other the night before? Is it when you danced and laughed?.. Is it much later, when you were falling asleep.....

He says goodbye and kisses you. Why?

What is a kiss goodbye? I don't think it's much. I don't mean to say that I don't enjoy it and would rather not have someone show me some affection upon leaving me (leaving period), but I don't think in modern day it's much. I wish it was. I think a campaign of returning sincerity to your kiss would be a worthy project.

P.S. To answer the "why" - because that's just what you do. You get ready to take on the day and you kiss someone goodbye. Even if you didn't greet them that way at the beginning of that long interesting night... You've built some intimacy, you've taken two steps forward, and that one step back which lands you at "kiss."

I forgot my own namesday

You might not know what a namesday is, but you should be very sad that I forgot it.
A namesday is a european tradition. Everyone in certain eastern european countries has one. You are assigned one, once you are named, and they are apparent an all calendars that are sold. My dad's is February 26th, mine is February 22nd, my mom's is October 20th.. (I could go on and mention every person I am related to/know, have met..) It's this huge deal, bigger than your birthday - you get presents, cards, flowers and people throw you parties etc. etc. If you were named something like Jenn, you could get together with all your friends named Jenn and have a huge namesday bash!!

Anyway, today is mine and I forgot. I'm very sad that I forgot something that is so uniquely me, so related to my heritage, my family, my roots. I found out by checking my voicemail and having a message from my mom with her best wishes for me on it.

I don't know if I am stressed, tired, forgetful or what. All I know is that I was bummed out by this mental omission.

F like Frank

So I have narrowed down my criteria for finding someone to spend the rest of my life with. Cute, funny, smart, liking dogs... and has to have a last name that begins with "F". You might ask "why?". Well, my email address is my first name and then two initials for the city that I live in. As my last name ALSO starts with the same letter as the first letter of my city's name, I will NEVER have to change my e-mail address if I just find a man with a last name of F....... (then, even if I move, I can keep SF)
=)

Dirty Thirty!

Okay, so imagine this. You, and all your best girfriends, away for a weekend, laying out by the pool, drinking pina coladas, ordering lunch from your cabana host, and then playing like rockstars at night. Oooh, wouldn't it be great? Yes it would. And it IS!!! I can't even stop gushing about this fantastic Las Vegas trip I am taking with my girls in April. There is the Class of '93, east/coast west coast, baby friends, and the 30+ contingent. The Mandalay Bay is going to be the lucky hotel, and a host of airlines will be our travel providers. We will tan, drink, eat, drink, gamble, drink and bond.

I feel so incredibly lucky to have this opportunity. I feel like I am leading a charmed life.

Oh. Did I mention that this is how we are celebrating our 30 years on earth? Yup, sure is. (Happy tears only please!!!)

Light in the distance...

There is still daylight, and I am going home. "What IS this holiday?" you might ask. It's no holiday, fool. It's the days getting longer, and me cutting out of work early. Yeay!

(yes, I'll be working from home later, but I couldn't contain my excitment!!!!)

Drrrring Drrrring- what's that sound?

My phone used to ring. It doesn't anymore. I mean, it can. It just doesn't. No one really calls me. Is this because of the internet? I hope so, because if it's not, then I got to get me some friends that like using my mobile device to contact me.

I mean, I don't feel out of touch with my friends, but I hardly really TALK to them. I read e-mails, write e-mails, read blogs, comment.. and that's it. During the week at least. And on the nights that we are going to go out, it's a quick "Hey, what time are we meeting, where, should we share a cab?" type of thing. (and yes, we do talk to each other while we are out, unless we are dancing, so I guess 1/2 the time)

Have I grown out of telephone talk? It seems that I only revert back to that when I meet a member of the opposite sex, and we talk at night before going to bed. A little high school, a little college, (a lot of minutes.)

Brings me back to my rebound thing right? I should get one, then the phone issue might be resolved. For a time at least.