The Diatribe * net

The observant peeps among you out there will recall that the other day I mentioned I was happy for two reasons.  The first was my newfound power of ESP dreaming.  I’m thinking all I need is one or two more occurrences before I can really cash in with a TV show on CBS (CSI: Cool Jesus?) or a tell-all interview with Barbara Walters.  Anyway, I have been reluctant to fill you in on the other reason because the other shoe has yet to drop.  But, hey, this is CJ we’re talking about and I always feel that way.  I believe someone once said of me that I won’t be completely happy until I’m dead.

I met up with Swedish Girl on Friday night.  Without making my journal jealous and divulging details, I will say that it was a great date.  I don’t think it could have gone any better.  Seriously.  And for me to say that actually means something.  Early on in the date, however, I mentioned Sweden a couple of times as we were having a great back-and-forth getting to know you conversation.  Swedish Girl started laughing, stopped me, and said, "I’m not Swedish, you know."  Well, I felt like a fool.  J.Lee had told me she was Swedish.  Talk about racial profiling!  Turns out the blonde hair, high cheekbones, and European accent fooled J.Lee because Swedish Girl is actually from Lithuania.  Does Lithuanian Girl have the same cache?  Let’s find out…

I appreciate the mid-date check-in.  I love it.  I never initiate it, but once it’s on the table, I do employ it.  Lithuanian Girl definitely showed her cards and made full use of the mid-date check-in, as well as a couple of late-date check-ins.  By this, I mean up-front questions like, "So, I’m having a great time.  How about you?"  Or even better, "I really enjoy talking to you"  And "I’m going to have to thank Papi for introducing us."  I love that stuff.  I don’t have the guts to be the first one to introduce the status check, so I thoroughly appreciated when Lithuanian Girl did.  Afterall, she wouldn’t have initiated those comments if she didn’t feel that way. 

So, the date went well and I floated home on Cloud 9.  No Red Line was necessary.  But here’s the reason I haven’t written about this until today - she hasn’t returned my call.  I polled a large sample of the population (one male - Petro; two females - J.Lee and Nurse Mandy) and took their advice by calling Lithuanian Girl the next day.  I left a voicemail and haven’t heard back since.  Bummer.  It is a long holiday weekend, so there is still hope.  Afterall, she wouldn’t let all those stellar date staus checks be for naught…would she?